My Mother Screamed That I Had an Iceberg Where My Soul Should Be and Slammed the Door Hard Enough to Rattle the Photos — I Stood There Waiting for the Guilt That Always Came, and for the First Time in Thirty-Two Years, It Never Did
She had spent my whole life braced for my anger, ready to overpower it, because my anger had always contained a plea, and a plea could be shouted down.
What she had no defense against was a daughter who wanted nothing from her at all.
You cannot bully a person back into a relationship they have already, quietly, finished grieving.
Chapter 6 — Whatever Tone I Please
She recovered fast, the way she always did, reaching for the old authority.
“I am your mother, and I will speak in whatever tone I please,” she hissed, climbing back onto her high ground.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to Rachel?