They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

If I want to, I will reach out.

Learn to be adults, not parasites.

With love, Mom»

I take a sip of wine. It’s crisp and sweet. I feel my burner phone buzz in my purse. It’s an unknown number, probably David calling from a friend’s phone. I decline the call. Then, I power the phone off and drop it into my bag.

I look at the horizon where the sea meets continue reading …