I have been thinking about where it all went south between me and my parents. My mind conjured up a long list that goes back thirty years. We don’t have what other families call “normal” conversations anymore. From the list made up in my mind, one name popped up so much that I couldn’t avoid it. Julie. After they confronted me with what was in the sack for Julie, I knew we couldn’t be a family any more. It wasn’t like we were a family before, anyway. One fine morning, when the Sun shone brightly through the broad windows of…