My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

my mother was crying in the next room.

But slowly, the fog lifted.

I realized that by cutting them off, I hadn’t killed them. They were surviving. They were miserable, yes, but they were alive. They were facing the consequences of their own actions for the first time.

I had stopped being their god and allowed them to be human.

And in that space, in that continue reading …