Family Secrets Never Die
A decade after I killed the family pet, my kids didn’t care that it happened — they cared that I didn’t tell them
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9 min readFeb 4, 2020
When we were married, my now ex-husband used to call me the Grim Reaper. At the time — say, 2010 — it was meant at least partially as some kind of ribbing about the fact that I worked in hospice. It also referred to the role I often…
