At 18 My Dad Told Me to Leave and Gave My Room to My Sister

more than I got twelve years ago. I’m not going to pretend this is okay, because it’s not. I don’t hate you, but I can’t trust you. Not yet. Maybe not ever. If you want any kind of relationship with me, it starts with accountability. Not one email. Years of it. And it starts with Jocelyn admitting what she did directly to me. Until then, I need space.continue reading …