At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
No answer.
“I’ll remind you.”
I continued.
“You said she was emotional and I was mature enough to understand.”
Charles started crying.
I felt almost nothing.
Not because I didn’t love him.
Because I had spent too many years comforting him after he failed to comfort me.