Things keep breaking: the water heater. The dishwasher. My son’s braces bracket. The big van is too low on fuel to drive and the gas can leaks, filling the air with fumes. I told my husband once: “Everything Is Broken” is a worship song. Things keep breaking. The little van screeches and squeals, endless feedback from a microphone. I move my hand along the edge of a plate chipped red rim setting off alarms. The vacuum guzzles crumbs, then vomits them up. But I’m not taking pictures of her meals or driving her back and forth to rehab to keep her from thinning into nothing. Today I’m going to unlock our knives. Things keep breaking. But this time not my heart. Not my heart.
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The knives line! I just finished reading Things that Surprise Me about a girl whose big sister has anorexia, is a middle grade book
https://www.amazon.com/Things-That-Surprise-Jennifer-Maschari/dp/0062438921?ref=d6k_applink_bb_dls&dplnkId=2c0ff0b2-efe1-4cae-83ff-9ff8a8353bd4
Thought of your line and That book
Loved the ending of this
Beautiful.....and yay for the healing taking place!