At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

a gift from our parents.” I stopped asking after that. Not because I didn’t need help, because I needed to stop breaking my own heart. If you’ve been the invisible child, you know what I mean. If you haven’t, I hope you never find out. And if you’re watching this and thinking about your own family, your own patterns, leave a comment. Tell me I’m not continue reading …