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What My Family Didn't Know How to Say

My mom used to leave the porch light on. Every night, no matter what time it was, no matter what state I'd come home in or whether I came home at all — the light was on. She never made a big deal of it. It was just always there. For a long time I didn't think much about it. Now I can't think about it without my throat tightening.

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When Addiction Comes Home

Nobody prepares you for what it's like to love someone in addiction.

By FAN