Sometimes estrangement is the only healthy option
“I don’t like you, but I’ll always love you.” My mom stood next to me as I put on my shoes. I was seventeen and had only lived with her, my step-father, and two-year-old brother for a few months, and I didn’t feel like I belonged. They had their family…and then there was me — the daughter my mom had at nineteen while married to my dad.
