My Foster Parents Took My Parents’ Money and Called It a Blessing—I Gave Them Exactly What They Deserved
Every dollar they spent. Every new piece of furniture. Every vacation photo they proudly displayed on the mantle. Each one was a physical punch to my gut, a fresh stab to a wound that never, ever healed. They called it a blessing. They called it a blessing from God. I called it theft. And I promised myself, …