“You left me no choice.” There was a tremor in Mom’s voice. “How else would I see my own daughter? You don’t come and visit me anymore.” “I was at your home last week.” “You know”—Mom’s lips trembled—“not a day goes by that I don’t wake up, see the empty side of the bed where your father used to sleep, and feel utterly and completely alone.” Robin sighed. She knew her mother was trying to guilt her. But of course, knowing what she was doing didn’t prevent it from working. “Mom, I visit you as often as I can.” “I suppose that now that you are an esteemed therapist, with such an important
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