How to Look at an Argument: “I Love You, Anthony.”
Once upon a time, in a land much larger than this one . . .
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I know it’s not supposed to work this way. We damaged daughters should seek healing in therapy, not romantic relationships.
I grew up with food stamps, latchkeys, Lee jeans from an outlet, Campbell’s soup, three deadbeat dads, and a mother who wrote letters to a TV evangelist praying for a husband.