Status Updates From A Change of Affection: A Ga...

“The dots invariably led their way back to my mother, the definition of a wounded bird. We had a boundaryless, codependent relationship. Because my father was aloof much of the time, my mother turned to me, her youngest son, to fill the void he left behind. …in many ways I was her surrogate husband. Of course, this dynamic did not portend well for my emotional health as an adult.”

What was interesting about this cycle was that with each new relationship, I had renewed hope. It was as if I had amnesia. …but despite all this, I was still a hopeless romantic and an eternal optimist when it came to love-in other words, I was a masochist..

Really good so far. Super easy reading, an incredible story.