As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

had always been to make herself unprovable while making me feel the full weight of it. Not in a cafeteria with spilled lunch, not in a hallway with a backpack, not in any of the small precise moments I had spent a long time filing under things that probably weren’t as bad as I remembered.

They were as bad as I remembered. I knew that now.

I thought about continue reading …