Flights Are $1,450 Each,” My Mom Said. 

staring at the ceiling, feeling eighteen years of memories re-sort themselves into a new, horrifying order. Every time I’d scraped by while Spencer got a new gadget. Every “loan” I’d given that was never repaid. Every holiday where I was praised for my practicality while Spencer was praised for his “spirit.”

It wasn’t just poor boundaries. It was a continue reading …