cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

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“That’s okay.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

“What if that makes me mean?”

I touched her knee carefully.

“It means you understand that what happened to you was wrong. You are not required to feel sorry for someone who has never been sorry to you.”

She nodded slowly.

Her therapist later called that boundaries.

I called it survival.

As the criminal trial approached, my family continue reading …