I need to know how to break up with my mother in as painless a means possible.
I can forgive. But only fools who want to be repeatedly hurt forget, and I have already forgotten far too often. The forest offers peace. We join hands in mid-afternoon light and wander together for hours, drinking in the rainstorm, feeling the water slide from the slippery skin across our bones, remembering the immortal words of Norman Maclean: