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

Asked about school, my apartment, whether I needed anything. I gave short answers and spent most of the meal talking to Greg and Kevin, who I’d brought with me.

After dinner, she cornered me in the hallway.

“Can we talk? About fixing things?”

“There’s nothing to fix. We’re not broken. We’re just done.”

“You’re my son. We’re never done.”

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