When My Family “Forgot” About Me On Thanksgiving, I Finally Stopped Showing Up For Them.

morning, I opened my calendar. It was full of reminders I’d built over the years like a scaffold holding my family together. Mom’s birthday. Dad’s birthday. Kyle’s birthday. Ashley’s anniversary. The kids’ birthdays. Cousins, aunts, uncles. Even funeral anniversaries, because my mom liked to call on those days when she needed emotional support.

I started continue reading …