A Midnight Demand, A Fake Emergency, And The Moment I Cut Them Off

was always a prelude to the ask. An insult, a guilt trip, a reminder that I was, at my core, a utility. First they knocked you down, and then, while you were still dizzy and desperate to prove them wrong, they asked you for something.

I typed: What’s wrong?

No reply.

I watched the clock tick toward 12:05, then 12:11. Finally I put the phone down and lay continue reading …