I ended up on the living room floor last night because of a messed-up sleep schedule or a small patch of mania, and my experience with my dog during the process versus a similar occasion as a kid gave me a... flashback? It gave me some kind of feeling I need to get out. I don’t believe my parents involved the courts when they divorced—or if they did, everything worked differently 20+ years ago in Nowhere, Michigan. They split things fifty-fifty, no child support, and my dad was better than he should have been about making me spend time on the other side. My mother married a man and moved into the home where his parents had raised... six kids? No heat, no toilet, and no bed for me. My mother had two dogs; our central actress is the bullmastiff, Rosie. She weighed more than I did and hated everyone but my stepfather. I was 10-12 and the concept of CPS wasn’t prevalent,...
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