“They’re cowards,” she spat. “And they’re in denial. They need serious hadrachah. He’s using drugs and they act like they don’t care!”
“You want me to just stand by while this happens in my family?” Mrs. Taub said in disbelief. “Just allow this to happen to him and say nothing? I see you’ve never been a mother.”
“The beard kind of gives it away,” I said, trying to defuse the situation. “But I stand by what I said. You are in a supporting role. You need to let go and mind your own business.”
That was the line that had gotten her so riled up to begin with. I was trying to use it as often as I could; hopefully it would become easier to accept.
It didn’t work.
“This is why I don’t believe in therapy!” Mr. Taub announced.
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