“It isn’t fair that you get to plan for a future with Darla, but all I can hope for is periodic visits to a professional.” I knew I was pouting, but she wasn’t being reasonable.
“Life isn’t fair, Heaven. I’m sorry you got dealt a bad hand.” She looked at me with pity in her eyes, and I thought she really was sorry.
“Is my disorder so bad that I don’t deserve love?” I wanted to know the answer.
“It’s not that simple, Heaven, and you know it. ...
