“He’s Not Moving Away From Me,” She Said. I Packed My Bags and Left Them Both Behind

and then something that looked unsettlingly like anger. “Is there someone else? Is that what this is about?”

I shook my head, tired suddenly. “There’s me. That’s what this is about. Finding out who I am when I’m not constantly adjusting myself to fit your mother’s requirements.”

A car pulled up behind us—a sleek sedan that I recognized immediately. continue reading …