keep me on the line: “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m done trading my self-respect for a seat at a table where I’m treated like the help,” I said. “I’ll come to family events when I’m invited like a daughter, not like a bailout fund with legs. I won’t be bait for Luke’s jokes. I won’t be the shadow that makes Talia look brighter by contrast. I won’t continue reading …
