My Mom Blocked Me to Save My Dog—and It Saved Me Too

matters.”

Barnaby trotted inside like he owned the place, sniffed his old spot near the kitchen, and sighed with satisfaction.

My mother followed him with her gaze, then looked back at me.

“You know,” she said softly, “people still argue about us online.”

“I know,” I said.

“Sometimes I read it,” she admitted, almost embarrassed. “And sometimes it hurts.continue reading …