Severance
Language: en
My dad doesn't like me. He called me a liar, said I was just like my mother—always faking illness and playing the victim for sympathy. He only ever loved his childhood sweetheart. Growing up, I was bullied by classmates, abused by the hired help. Dad turned a blind eye. Five years after my mother's death, I finally saw the first person visit her grave. It was Dad. He broke precedent and came home on the anniversary of her death. He handed me a legal document: A Severance of Parental Rights. "I've supported you until eighteen. I've done my duty." I didn't cry or scream. I calmly…