I'm Mad As Hell…And, Ok, I forgive You
I am a pushover. Really. It’s pathetic. All it takes for me to forgive weeks, and I do mean weeks, of maltreatment and abuse is a little boy wrapped in a Cardinal’s Snuggie watching “I Love Lucy” reruns, and I turn into a puddle of mushy oatmeal. Eli, my 9-year-old, has been going through a…