“Once I could see Mom for who she was, and not the mother she had failed to be, I'd be able to forgive her. She was her own person, not just my mother, and it was this person I was… — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
“A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed… — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
“I was lonely. I felt it deeply and permanently, that this state of being on my own might never disappear. But I welcomed the… — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
“Once I could see Mom for who she was, and not the mother she had failed to be, I'd be able to forgive her.… — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
