“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

that you overreact to everything. Just fix it, Ava. Just make this go away.”

There it was—the family script, delivered on cue. Rewrite reality. Recast the victim as the villain. Make Ava the unstable one, the emotional one, the one who couldn’t handle a little joke, so that everything they had done to me could be reclassified as reasonable.

“I didn’t continue reading …