On Being Abandoned or Suppression is a Motherf**ker

I have abandonment issues. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why, but apparently it does take roughly twenty-seven years for the pieces to fall into place. This evening, I once again came face-to-face with another piece of Gillian’s obnoxiously dysfunctional past that has affected her at deeply subconscious levels without her even being aware of it.

It all stems back to one hot summer day when I was eleven years old. My father had conscripted me into helping with the grocery shopping at t...