“Did I ever do anything that wasn’t okay with you or that made you feel…? I mean, did I ever not listen or pressure you to—” I see where he’s going with this, so I cut him off. “Josh, no.” “No, don’t—” he says, and the way his voice is trembling, I have to look at him. “Don’t just say what you think I want to hear. I really need to know the truth. It’s killing me,” he adds, his words punching me in the heart. “I am telling you the truth.”
