“I took care of you,” she says, her voice turning a bit plaintive as she takes a step forward. “Without me, you’d be in foster care somewhere.” “Yeah? Well, maybe that would’ve been better,” I say, my voice cold and hard. “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to spend my childhood babysitting an adult who could never keep her shit together. But you know what, Mom? I’m finished. I don’t want you in my life anymore. I’m done cleaning up your messes and playing damage control. I’m just done. And you know what? It’s not because I finally found a real blood relative. It’s because you’ve always been a horrible
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