I don’t know if it’d make for a full story, but we carried on living in filth for another two years. Things got increasingly tense between me and Phil. One day I got into a fight with him and my mom kicked me out. I haven’t talked to her in the 10 years since. Her and Phil eventually broke up. Best I can tell he still lives in the city we used to live in — I don’t know much else. My mom remarried (I heard through a friend) to a wealthy man and is traveling the world. I write full time and trade stocks/options for extra income.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story!