They Called Me a Freeloader—After I Paid Their $6,000 Bills Every Month

She thought about them sometimes—not with anger, which had faded, and not with longing, which had never fully formed, but with the complicated, low-grade sorrow of a woman who understood that the parents she wanted and the parents she had were two different sets of people, and that no amount of money could transform one into the other.

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