None of those things had been wrong on their own.
The problem was that I had gradually stopped asking what I wanted.
Now I was learning to ask again.
I wanted to travel with my sister.
I wanted to repaint the kitchen.
I wanted to visit Olivia at college without worrying whether Tyler had remembered to pay a bill.
I wanted to spend time with Ethan without pretending that everything in our family was exactly as it had always been.
And I wanted to discover who I was when I no longer spent every day trying to keep another person satisfied.
A few weeks later, I began clearing out the spare room.
It had become a storage space for old school projects, boxes of photographs, and clothes we had kept because we were never quite ready to admit that the children had grown up.
I found a drawing Olivia had made when she was six.
