Six years ago I had the worst birthday ever. Worst. It was December 2004. I was estranged from both of my parents. My mother had exiled me for telling the truth about something awful that had happened in our family- something she didn’t want to look at. My father was struggling with addiction again, and had let our relationship go. Neither of them called or acknowledged my birthday. In fact not one person in my extended family acknowledged it.
As if being estranged from my parents… Continue