Are you familiar with those stories where the f***r raises his daughter as his son, because he is desperate for at least the appearance of a male heir... This is one of those stories, only, it isn't. My m***r had already raised a son, birth to adulthood, when she became pregnant with me. She was determined to have a girl, come hell or high water. My m***r, by the way, essentially ruled our household. When I was born, she decided that, even though I did not have the anatomy of a girl, I would be. As I stashed the leftover boxes in the refrigerator, she took her mug of tea and made herself at home on the couch. I joined her at some distance, but she wriggled up against me. Her warm softness was so unforgettable, so desired I couldn’t push her away to save my life.“John is good to me,” she began.“As if I wasn’t?” I thought.She continued, “He’s good for me. We’re good together.”“That’s nice,” I said, probably leaking more bitterness than I should have. “So why are you here?” I tried to. More

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