Woolwich Township, New Jersey
I sat in my car at the school bus stop, waiting for my 14-year-old daughter, my heart racing with anxiety. “God, please let Kennedi be on that bus,” I whispered.
That morning, when I dropped her off at the bus stop, she stormed out of the car, shouting tearfully, life, and you just don’t understand! I’m “I hate my not coming home after school!”
It had been like that for weeks. All of a sudden, my considerate and highachieving daughter was talking back to my husband, Kenny, and me. Being dishonest. Telling me she hated her life and thought I was a terrible mom.
The changes started after Christmas break, when volleyball season was over and she fell in with a new group of friends. Seemingly…