At the heart of these stories are the "roles" family members adopt—often unconsciously—to survive or maintain a fragile balance.
Maya, you were not the difficult one. I was. You saw through me at twelve years old, and I spent thirty years trying to prove you wrong instead of thanking you for your honesty. The night you left for college, I didn't cry because you were leaving. I cried because I knew you were right. -Rct 446- Incest Mother Sister Tits