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No one who’s grown up in an alcoholic family, especially a violent one, has to be told what it feels like to know there’s something fundamentally different about you, something wrong. The things other people take for granted\u2014keeping promises, making plans\u2014can’t be assured when you don’t know what state of chaos the family may be in when it comes time to keep that promise. Faking becomes second nature, modeling oneself after people who seem to be normal, people who don’t have to cover up perplexing bruises or unexplained absences. But children of alcoholics come in various guises. Their poses can often be impenetrable. They are adept at fooling the world. But in doing so, they become isolated. They’re never truly known. In “To Express How Much,” two young people who’ve been going through the motions for as long as they can remember risk “coming out” to each other, revealing a bond that few others can share. https:\/\/www.prose.onl\/read\/m-a-mcg<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Her face made him feel like he\u2019d found religion, like there was something to believe in after all. He watches the confident way she walks, like someone who doesn\u2019t have to guess at things. … He makes her smile finally, and he doesn\u2019t fight its effect on him, like a lighthouse, something to head toward.”…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":771,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-765","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/765","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=765"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/765\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=765"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=765"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/maryannmcguigan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=765"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}