“Please tell me you had a TV-sitcom mom. Tell me she was funny and cheesy and baked cookies and took you to the park.” I sniff, contemplating how I’m going to answer this. It’s no one’s business—but it also isn’t often I meet someone who can remotely relate to what I went through. Without a decent therapist in my life anymore, it might be nice to have a sympathetic ear once in a while. Not that I need one.
