But each loan payment is a painful reminder that the person I thought would never hurt me did just that, and didn’t even flinch.
People warn about mixing money with family, and I used to think that rule didn’t apply to me. But what do you do when the one who takes advantage of you is your own mother?
How do you reconcile love with betrayal? And how do you move forward when the person who raised you is the same person who left you to drown, all while buying herself a new couch?
