My Parents Refused To Help After My Crash—So I Took Control From The ICU

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I bought flowers. Yellow tulips, my favorite. Not my mother’s favorite. Mine.

I sat in my new apartment—a one-bedroom in a safe neighborhood with actual space, furniture I bought myself without worrying about whether I could afford groceries that week, and a view that doesn’t involve a parking lot—and I looked at those flowers sitting in continue reading …