Finally I’m Asking
“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting a breast biopsy?” “Why didn’t you call me when your car wouldn’t start?” “Why don’t you let me help?” One of the best things about growing up one of eight with an alcoholic dad and an overworked mom is that you learn to manage exclusively on your own. One of the worst is that you live managing on your own to the exclusion of others. The biggest fights I’ve had with my closest friends were instigated by my failure to reach out to them. I had surgery without saying so. I walked
