And she has never apologized. She’s blamed my dad. Blamed me for being disloyal and staying with him. Blamed how awful life was for her. I remember the humiliation of hearing my dad beg people on the phone to borrow money to get us dishes and beds. I remember the house echoing. And then a few years later my dad remarried and told me I had to go back and live with her because his new wife didn’t have space in her home for me. And that all made me sad. /fin