“How long is that going to take?” I asked, exasperated. She shrugged. “As long as it takes. You don’t get to set deadlines for other people’s struggles.” At this point, I felt invisible—just a paycheck to my mom and a nuisance to Kelly. That night, I overheard them talking in the kitchen. “He’s being so selfish and immature,” Kelly complained. “He doesn’t understand how hard this is for us.” My mom agreed. “He’ll get over it. He’s always been stubborn.” That was it. The final straw. I sat...