“You played nice. You forgot that Aunt Lydia always hated how you treated me.”
“Lydia is a liar!” my mother screeched. “She’s jealous!”
“Jealous of what? Your underwater mortgage? Your failed golden child? Your broken morality?”
I walked closer. “You didn’t come for me. You came for a payday. You thought you could guilt-trip me into funding your retirement.continue reading …