Parents didn’t invite me to thanksgiving. mom said…

I’m sorry it took me fifty-six years to learn what you knew at eighteen. You are enough. You always were. I love you and I’m so proud of you. I read that letter three times. Then I cried quietly, alone.

At 6:30 the next morning, I sent a text. Mom, I read your letter. Thank you for being honest. I forgive you. But forgiveness doesn’t mean reconciliation.continue reading …