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It was the first time I’d ever had a difficult conversation with someone who really listened to me, who didn’t gaslight me, who qualified their thoughts with I feel instead of I know. He spoke gently, every word laced with care. With him, I realized, arguments didn’t have to be conflict, didn’t have to be battles to be won. They could be about connecting and reconnecting.
Another lesson I wished I learned at 20 instead of 30.
Perhaps this is why we forgive people who don’t deserve it: nostalgia is a hell of a drug. It blurred all the bad, brightened the scant good, and told you pretty lies.
