I May Be Adopted and Disabled, But I’m Not a Child

It’s 8:00 pm. I’m making a quick run to the store. I need some cooking tools to make my first homemade dinner in my new place. My plan is to roast a chicken in my new Dutch Oven. A few weeks ago, I would not have believed I would have my own apartment. I had lost all hope I’d ever be independent again, and my father knew it. He took advantage of this fact, and our relationship became damaged because he mistakenly assumed that I had no other option except to live with him and follow his rules. At age 56, I proved him wrong. <a href="https://medium.com/adoptere/i-may-be-adopted-and-disabled-but-im-not-a-child-ba59867e2e38">Click Here</a>