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

if she mattered. She would never be forgotten. Because I knew exactly what that wound felt like, and I would never pass it on.

Years ago, my family forgot to invite me to Thanksgiving, and I stopped remembering their birthdays and more. But in that forgetting—my forgetting of them, my reclaiming of my own attention—I remembered myself.

I stopped building continue reading …