Abandoned the Day My Heart Needed Them

On the day I'm diagnosed with dependent personality disorder, my family treats me like I'm the most fragile porcelain.

My parents put me first in everything.

Mom even quits her executive job to stay by my side during treatment.

The day my condition finally stabilizes, they smile with genuine relief for the first time. Even my adopted older sister, Winifred Linberry, smiles.

She says, "I told you Sadie wasn't that sick. She just wanted to hog your attention."

That day, my parents scold her for the first time and insist she apologize to me.