My mother blocked my number while I was living in my car with $4 to my name. It wasn’t cruelty. It was the only way to save the one life that actually depended on me.
I was twenty-five, but I was living like a teenager on summer break. I had a degree I wasn’t using, a mountain of excuses, and a “temporary” cash flow problem that had lasted three years. I was always one “lucky break” away from success, or so I told myself while playing video games at 2:00 PM on a Tuesday.
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