At 6 A.M. My Daughter Texted Me About the Money She Took and Said She Was Gone for Good

with no accounting for anyone else’s comfort or approval. I joined a book club. I began therapy, because forty years of codependency does not dissolve on its own and I had no interest in trading one form of self-neglect for another.

My therapist was a woman in her fifties who did not tell me what to feel but helped me examine what I did feel without continue reading …