“She sacrificed everything for me. She constantly went without so she could take care of me. She put me first, ahead of herself.”
“Hmm. And do you think that’s healthy?”
What kind of fresh hell is this? What is this impossible-to-ace quiz? I have no idea how I’m supposed to be answering to make Mom look good.
“Well, I mean, I put her first too, so that kind of balanced it out. We balanced each other… putting each other… first… out.”
Laura holds a look at me. An unreadable look. She says nothing. The silence is deafening