So here she is, a single woman and single mother going about her life with God’s grace and mercy until one day she wakes up and realises she has been living with her grown up son. He is an actual adult, not just physically as his statue lords over her but in age and yes it true even in law. So now what, he’s not leaving, he’s not wrapped up in the family, he’s still her child but an adult in his own right, a grown man. She blinks twice as her head swirls with anxiety as life for both of them, is about to get tough.
Anyone who knows this woman would say her children come first, second and last, there is very little that can penetrate the bond between her and her children until of course she is faced with adulthood.
It’s so strange it is almost surreal that she now is in a home with two adults, but they are not in a sexual relationship, not house mates not cell mates but hell is becoming a true-life saga.