At Christmas, My Sister Got a $60K BMW and I Got a $2 Piggy Bank Then Dad Threatened to Report My Car Stolen

People talk about heartbreak like it’s abstract. It isn’t. I feel each chamber of my heart contracting, blood struggling through narrowing vessels, my sternum aching like a knee is pressed against it.

This is what dying feels like, I think. Not dramatic. Just diminishing.

That night stretches endlessly. I lie awake in my childhood bedroom listening to continue reading …