My Dad Filmed Me on Thanksgiving and Posted It Online Then My Sister Tried to Take Money From My Account

We need to figure out how to help him. We, meaning me. I stared at the message for a long time, feeling the old reflex rise, the compulsion to fix and soothe and return. Then I took my mother’s letter from the drawer where I kept it and read three lines. I typed back: I hope he gets help. I can’t be responsible for him anymore. My sister’s response continue reading …