I Opened a .mil Email the Night My Family Buried Me Alive

was funny. Because if I didn’t laugh, I was going to put my fist through the window.

Before That Night

People always assume family cruelty has some big clean origin story.

It usually doesn’t.

Mine started in little ways. Small enough that if you said them out loud, you sounded dramatic.

Ethan was two years younger than me and born male into the Mitchell continue reading …