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As Brian grew, so did his stubbornness and insistence to do things his way. He fought us on everything. If I said the sky was blue, he would argue. If I said we were having macaroni and cheese for dinner, his favorite, he would argue. He would pick a fight over the smallest things. I was worn down and exhausted.

Once again, writing became my escape. Keeping journals, composing poetry, even taking on the daunting task of writing my first novel, The Faithful Daughter. Writing was my saving grace. It got me through the pain and fear that I was living with — along with my pills.