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without chasing them for it.

“What would it mean to forgive your mother?” my therapist asked one day.

I thought of Margaret’s laugh. Kids bounce back.

“It would mean pretending she’s safe,” I said slowly. “And she’s not.”

The therapist nodded. “Then maybe forgiveness isn’t the goal. Maybe freedom is.”

Freedom. Not revenge, not winning. Freedom from the continue reading …