“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

there’s one thing my job taught me, it’s this: patterns matter more than apologies.

My mom called again. I answered because I wanted her words on record.

She didn’t say hello. “Caleb, what has gotten into you?”

“I’m enforcing a boundary. That’s all.”

“A boundary,” she repeated with a brittle laugh. “This isn’t therapy. This is real life. Megan had guests.continue reading …