I Lost a Daughter. She Lost Her Third Mom.

On Mother’s Day, I think of Katy, who I loved as my own. I lost her when I lost him.

My three little girls. Photo by author.

It’s nearly midnight, it’s 2014, and I’m in bed with the man I left my marriage for over two years ago. We’ve just split for the second and final time a few weeks before, and yet here I am.