I spent weeks in the hospital fighting for my life, and my family never came once. Not my mother, not my father, not my sister. One month later, my mom texted asking for $12,000 for my sister’s bridal dress.

a breakup, and half the deposit on the wedding venue she called “once in a lifetime.”

I had told myself it was love.

In the hospital, I learned the difference between love and habit.

My mother lowered her voice. “Emily, open the door.”

“No.”

Chloe removed her sunglasses. Her eyes were red, but not from sadness. From rage. “You’re jealous. You’ve always continue reading …