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he’d effectively melted the frostiness I’d encased myself in.
“If I’d been allowed to have my own life . . . I don’t know,”
Except cruelty can also be stealthy and insidious. Like dismissing one’s feelings, over and over again—until one day you start to forget how to feel anything. That’s the kind of cruelty that is hardest to recognize. And even if you can point to it, name it, it’s often too late. The damage has been done.
