My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

for everything I made.

“I’ll handle it,” I said.

She smiled. “Good girl. I knew I could count on you.”

She left the kitchen. I stood there holding that list, thinking about my therapist’s question. Would I tolerate this from a stranger? No. So why was I tolerating it from her?

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