My parents refused to care for my younger kids while I tended to my oldest with leukemia; I called my ex-husband, but he said: “You’re just a poor writer, deal with it”

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My parents told Grandma Eleanor they were taking her to lunch. Three hours later, a nursing facility in Ohio called…

My mother is the kind of woman who apologizes for being sick. That is the first thing anyone needs to…