Not Everyone Leaves… [Blogs.PsychCentral.com]
The first time I was abandoned I was only six years old and I remember the day as if it just happened yesterday. I was sitting on a courtroom floor, cooing over my newborn little sister and making her laugh as I dangled a pearl necklace over her face. My mother and her new husband were sitting on the hard wooden bench directly behind me and I remember hearing Mom groan as a dark haired man in a tan trench coat entered the courtroom. The dark-haired man sat down at the far end of the wooden...