I Never Saw The Signs Of My Daughter S Suicide Attempt And I Let Her Sleep
She was filthy and coming ‘home’ for an unexpected visit. Or, so I thought. I sighed. My body was tired. I resented her. …. The guilt is intense and I am embarrassed, and therefore silent, about my disdain for everything she has chosen to be, and to do, in life. Love was not a question, of course. I loved my daughter then and I love her now. The State of Florida had offered her an option to learn parenting skills....