My Husband Told Me to Remove the Tattoo My Granddaughter Drew for Me — Days Later, I Learned Why He Really Hated It

no matter how difficult things became.

But maybe that wasn’t what love looked like.

Maybe sometimes love was knowing which things were worth holding onto and which things were hurting you simply because you were afraid to let go.

Later that evening, after Maisie had gone home, I caught sight of my arm while washing the dishes.

The picture was still imperfect.continue reading …