When my daughter announced her plan to return to Canada, I didn’t feel the way you might expect. She wanted to fly back before the Irish government kicked her out of the country for good because of her expired tourist visa.
She was going to stay with me just long enough to secure a one-year work permit for Cork, Ireland. You would think I’d be ecstatic, right?
I wasn’t. I dreaded her visit. Guilt, shame and fear enveloped me. I was a train wreck and didn’t want her to see how vulnerable and raw I felt.Read more on themighty.com