Emotionally manipulated me back into multiple abusive situations to act as her shield, and has refused to so much as acknowledge what was going on. Can’t even have a talk about it, it’s just shut down immediately.
Now she doesn’t even know that she has a daughter instead of a son, and never will.
A nice stack of thinly sliced ham, provolone cheese melted within and on top, a nice warm sourdough or potato bread, some mayo and mustard.
I don’t know what switch flipped in my head as I got older, but a nice hot ham and cheese has become the occasional simple pleasure like no other.