I love my parents, but I don't like them. I don't respect them. I don't trust them.This is not about anger. I am angry, but that is secondary.
My parents had planned on getting an abortion with my little sister because she was the third daughter conceived and my grandparents grieved over this.
I realized this is what I love most... tuning into the tucked-away things that are actually often the most real things in the room.
The question is, how will she, my daughter, learn to function as an adult if she doesn't do all the things deemed normal for a 14-year-old girl?