Give Me a Break
Dec 24, 2019
3 minutes
BY AMY BARTA PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS
I OPENED MY EYES that first morning in my new apartment, half expecting to hear jostling around the house. Nothing. No mom cooking breakfast down the hall. No dad powering up the leaf blower outside the window. No nieces and nephews running across the floors. Just me, myself and I. Alone. This is perfect, I thought.
I was 31 and finally living on my own. My own schedule. My own rules. My own life. I wanted
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