Memories of an Adult Child of an Addict

A dotted line waited your signature, glaringly resting on the island counter in the kitchen. No prior indication had been given. At first, I didn’t realize that this divorce included me; after all, he had been my stepfather since I was a toddler. Either my stepfather had wisened up, or he had just been seduced... Continue Reading →

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