The Lingering Pain of Not-Goodbye

From Last Century

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I stood paralyzed in the front doorway watching my best friend, Robin, and her parents pack their sedan, preparing to leave for the last time. I felt an icky pushing in my chest.

There was a very strict rule in my household about Sunday mornings. DO NOT GO OUTSIDE or be seen. Because people go to church on Sunday mornings, and we didn’t. Who wants to…

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ZZ Griffith

ZZ Griffith

Recovering Army brat. I write about health and wellness, narcissistic abuse, forgiveness, and being your best self.

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