I never thought I would be the type of person to sue my own mother. I was raised in a world where \u201chonor thy father and mother\u201d wasn\u2019t just a commandment; it was the law of gravity that held our family universe together. But gravity can crush you if you aren\u2019t careful.<\/p>\n
My name is Megan, and I am a 34-year-old single mother to the most resilient soul I know, my daughter Olivia. Olivia is ten now, a bright-eyed girl who loves soccer and painting. But to understand why I am writing this, you have to go back to when she had just turned eight. Her father walked out when she was barely two, leaving a hole in our lives that I worked double shifts to fill. I thought we were doing okay. I thought we were safe.<\/p>\n
Eighteen months ago, I was working as a trauma nurse at St. Jude\u2019s Hospital. The hours were brutal\u201412-hour shifts that often bled into 14 or 16 hours when the ER was overflowing. I hated leaving Olivia for so long, but the mortgage didn\u2019t pay itself, and neither did the groceries. That\u2019s why, when my mother, Catherine, offered to watch Olivia during my shifts, I accepted with a gratitude that now tastes like ash in my mouth.<\/p>\n
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