On the morning of Lucas’s first day of first grade, I wanted everything perfect—just as my mother used to do for me. My husband, Travis, had promised to be there, but he was still on the couch, hungover, when we were ready to leave. At school, I kissed Lucas goodbye, but moments later, I overheard his teacher, Jenna, call him “Jamie”—and he answered like it was normal.Continue reading…
