Somewhere I read that although we may not remember what people have said to us-we’ll remember how they made us feel. My folks made me feel like shit.
Getting weird looks comes along with the territory once you start coming home with bloodshot eyes and smelling like a rainforest. The avoidance was bad enough. The accusations of theft. The locked doors. What sealed the deal was finding a harmless-looking paper lying around. My mom’s wedding registry. With my name absent from it.
Needless to say that hurt. Later I’d come to wonder if they discovered that I had taken all of my pictures out the family album. I’m sure they realized they were short one flat screen TV.