My Father Spent 30 Years in Prison & I Don't Want Him To Text Me

Last November, my mother me called around 10 p.m. My boyfriend and I were in the middle of dinner -- we eat late because of his work schedule -- and I squinted at my phone before answering. I'd been trying to spend less time messing around with my phone, especially during meals, but my mother had worked the same job in Indiana for two decades and was almost always asleep by 9. Seeing her name flash on the screen, I was worried. She said she had something to tell me. Then, she hesitated. I left t...