My Family Tried to Move Into My Mountain House Without Asking

been telling myself for years that this was love, that family required sacrifice, that the discomfort I felt when I said yes to things I did not want to do was simply the cost of being a good daughter and a good sister. And some of it had been love, genuinely. Some of it had been freely given and I did not resent giving it.

But some of it had been extracted.continue reading …