So that last post was pretty angry, eh? Well, I hate Mother’s Day. I like the idea of taking time for the people you love, of course, and letting them know what they mean to you. But I despise holidays of guilt and necessity: not every family is loving and functional, and sometimes the healthiest thing you can do is distance yourself from the person who brought you into this world. Making the decision to protect yourself is hard enough; facing our culture’s narratives about who you *should* be and what you *should* do is downright wretched.