My Mom Erased Me From Her New Family. The Day I Turned 18, I Erased Myself From Hers.

you?

Got my own place. I’m 18 now. Time to start my life.

Then I turned my phone off.

The next morning, forty-seven missed calls. Around a hundred texts. I scrolled through them while eating cereal on the secondhand couch Kevin’s family had given me. The messages followed a predictable pattern — confusion, then anger, then guilt, then threats, then back continue reading …