I Toasted, Walked Out, and Let Them Laugh. By Monday, My Father Had Proof He Was Wrong.

taught me how to survive in a world where I was invisible.

My grandmother taught me how to turn invisibility into power.

I don’t hate my family. Hate takes energy I’d rather spend elsewhere.

I don’t forgive them either. Forgiveness implies a return to relationship, and I’m not interested.

What I have is acceptance.

They were who they were. I am who I am.continue reading …