This is Where We Talk Things Out

by Caitlin Marceau

And while Sylvie had a bad habit of extending poison ivy disguised as olive branches, Miller had a worse habit of accepting them.

“You’re my mother, Sylvie, but you haven’t been my mom for years.”

“It feels like you do.” “Okay, but how you feel doesn’t dictate the truth of the situation.”

“Not all of us could afford a university education, Miller. We didn’t all have parents that paid our way through school. Some of us had to actually work for what we have,” Sylvie practically spits at her. “I’m sorry that means I’m not as smart as you.”

Her gaslighting knows no bounds