“At home you act all sweet, then I take you out and you’re like…like—this.” She’d gestured at me, from head to toe. All of me. Encompassing my flaws in that one single movement, like there was no part of me that wasn’t wrong. She taught me I was broken. She taught me I wasn’t right. That I wasn’t what she wanted me to be. It had taken becoming a dad myself to realize that there’d been nothing wrong with me. All along the fault had laid with her.
Truth 💕
