Molly Jong-Fast, The New York Times; I Forgave My Mother, but It Was Too Late
"When my children were small, two of them had developmental issues that meant spending hours and hours with therapists. I stopped writing so I could take them from physical therapy to speech therapy to occupational therapy. The therapists’ waiting rooms became my second home, and sometimes my mother would come and sit with me. It was weird because she wouldn’t do that kind of thing with me when I was a kid. I’d beg her to pick me up at school, but she never could. Sometimes when we were sitting in those waiting rooms staring at our phones, she would apologize. I could have told her it was OK, but I didn’t want to let her off the hook.
I regret that now. I should have forgiven her. I’ve forgiven her now, but she won’t ever know."
