Hillbilly Elegy
whether that bear is an alcoholic dad or an unhinged mom. We become hardwired for conflict. And that wiring remains, even when t ...
United States, the figure is a shocking 8.2 percent—about one in twelve—and the figure is even higher in the working class. The ...
how my aunt found herself married at sixteen to an abusive husband. It’s how my mom, the salutatorian of her high school class, ...
relationship experiences, and she answered almost reflexively: “Of course. I was always ready for battle with Dan,” she told me. ...
anyway—leave. He’d always ask me, ‘What’s wrong with you? Why do you fight with me like I’m your enemy?’” The answer is that, in ...
everyone around me did; I did it to survive. Disagreements were war, and you played to win the game. I didn’t unlearn these less ...
hair. The sad fact is that I couldn’t do it without Usha. Even at my best, I’m a delayed explosion—I can be defused, but only wi ...
served my country in the Marines, excelled at Ohio State, and made it to the country’s top law school. I had no demons, no chara ...
my mom. At my most empathetic, I figured she suffered from some terrible genetic defect, and I hoped I hadn’t inherited it. As I ...
things, Papaw buried his head in his hands and did something Uncle Jimmy had never seen him do: He wept. “I’ve failed her,” he c ...
Jimmy reacts viscerally to the idea that any of the blame for Mom’s choices can be laid at Papaw’s feet. “He didn’t fail her. Wh ...
My own view is mixed. Whatever might be said about my mom’s parents’ roles in my life, their constant fighting and alcoholism mu ...
that game. What I do know is that Mom is no villain. She loves Lindsay and me. She tried desperately to be a good mother. Someti ...
kindergarten classmate made fun of her umbrella, I punched him in the face. When I watched her succumb again and again to addict ...
because of some drug. So I shouldn’t have been surprised or all that bothered, but “heroin” just has a certain ring to it; it’s ...
Instead, I found myself wondering the same thing I’d wondered for much of the past year: whether people like us can ever truly c ...
Mom’s bout with addiction ended as they always did—in an uneasy truce. She didn’t make the trip to see me graduate, but she wasn ...
what I was most unsure about. ...
Chapter 15 What I remember most is the fucking spiders. Really big ones, like tarantulas or something. I stood at a window of on ...
me. On each web was at least one giant spider, and I thought that if I looked away from them for too long, one of those ghastly ...
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