Sometimes I wish I could change the family I was born into and I ask the question why was I born into this broken down dynamic? When I call my good friend to cry about my experiences with them she says, “Yeah, that’s just how it goes sometimes. You know family is just the other “f”word.” And she’s right. The past few years have been a huge eye opener into who is there and who isn’t. I am an only child so no siblings. My father lives across the country in Florida and my mother moves wherever the wind or current boyfriend takes her, staying in California always over an hour away or more from where I reside with my husband and…
