How I Grew Back My Ex Husband’s Hair With Sadism And Science
“What is that in your hand?” Scott demands.
“Do you want your hair back or not?”
“Yes, but…”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Don’t move.”
I left Scott nine years ago. He promised me to stop drinking once our son was born. He didn’t. I cried. I pleaded. I begged. I raged. I threatened. Nothing worked. One day I couldn’t take it anymore. I took my son and left. Baby Thor was one.
I found a place close by so Baby Thor could see his father. I chaperoned visits and park dates. I smiled. But a storm of bitterness and resentment raged in me. How could he not stop drinking?
“Mama, will you ever be happy?” Baby Thor asked when he turned seven.
I realized that I need to heal. I didn’t want to curse baby Thor with my storm.
As I worked on myself the resentment towards Scott faded. I started to see him for the traumatized soul that he is.
“I am going bald,” Scott cried last summer.
When I met Scott he had long blond rock ‘n’ roll hair. It looked dynamite. I noticed it thinning over the…
