“Mom, I can’t. I’m headed back to college.” “You don’t love me or you’d stay here.” Her definition of love was obligation and guilt. It was the only love the Crow family had to offer. “Can’t you forgive me? Dad treated you wrong—we all did—but we were scared kids. Can we have a relationship that isn’t based on the past?” “Yes.” Then she blurted a verbatim repetition of her previous complaints, as if her mind were stuck on an endless loop.
