At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

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Tears began falling freely now.

“Every time I took something from you—a boyfriend, an opportunity, James—it was like trying to grab a piece of that certainty for myself,” she said. “Like if I could take what you had, I would somehow become secure in who I was. But it never worked. The boyfriends left, the opportunities led nowhere, and James proved continue reading …