At 36, I decided I'd waited long enough. I ended my faltering relationship and made an appointment with a gynecologist. Then I ran into my 'Middle Age Mack Truck.'
Leaving home is what helped me heal.
Novelist Heather O'Neill on why her last days with her father — who was never an easy man — were some of their most precious together.
I made a decision to cut myself off from my family 30 years ago — and it tore my heart out.
My sister wrote: “Don’t feel sad, I’m not worth it.” She was so wrong. Depression lies. I have to tell the truth.