Depression & Mental Illness
Sardines and wine gums do not go together. But I eat them all, and I drink the milk. Then I sit still for a bit until the sick feeling goes. When I tell Dad what I had for a snack, he will not let Miss Stella babysit me anymore.
"What do you know about how things work in my family?"
She stares at me in shocked silence. Until this moment, "my family" has always included her. I know my words cut deep, but she's brought it on herself. She's asking me to pick favorites, and she should know that's a dangerous game to play.