My Father Called Me Selfish When I Refused To Pay Their Rent Until Reality Forced Them To Beg

the word my father had used to describe me on that phone call. Good for. I’d spent twenty-nine years being good for other people, good for paying, good for absorbing, good for showing up and shutting up and writing checks.

Now I was learning to be good for myself. Not selfish. Not cruel. Just present in my own life in a way I’d never been allowed to continue reading …