By Cindi McMenamin, Author, Women on the Edge
I remember a season of my life in which I was feeling desperate. My teenager was not giving me the verbal respect I felt I deserved. My husband, in hearing what was going on between us, was not intervening on my behalf. One evening I’d had it with that routine. I wanted out of the frustration, out of the house, out of everything. But I didn’t know where to go.