My mother believed for a year that my little brother’s refusal to see her post-affair was just him copying my behavior. But when the therapist asked him a single question during a session, his honest answer silenced the room and changed the conversation forever.
The first thing people asked after my parents separated was always the same. “So… who are you living with?” My answer never changed. “My dad.” Then came the awkward pause. …
My mother believed for a year that my little brother’s refusal to see her post-affair was just him copying my behavior. But when the therapist asked him a single question during a session, his honest answer silenced the room and changed the conversation forever. Read More