It’s hard for me to believe that two decades have passed since my parents last spoke to me. The memory of that night remains vivid in my mind. I was just a young woman then, head over heels and expecting a child with Evan, my high school sweetheart. Unfortunately, my parents didn’t share my joy about the new chapter in my life.
That night, I heard my father’s angry words echo in our home.
“If you leave with him, Megan, don’t bother coming back!” my father had yelled with a ferocity that froze me in place. “I don’t want to see you again! You’re making a mess of your life instead of improving it. You’re on a path of self-destruction.”
