The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

said. “It feels like you.”

“It’s mine,” I replied simply.

He turned to face me. “Mom and Dad asked me to convince you to come back, to reconcile, to ‘let this whole thing blow over.’” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I told them no. I told them they need to actually apologize first—really apologize, not their version where they’re the victims. And continue reading …