Once, before we went to bed, you told me what an empath was. You said you thought you might be one because you always had such a good grasp on what other people were thinking. I agreed with you at the time, but now I’m not so sure. I think you just read the room, monitored facial expressions, and tried to anticipate how other people were feeling, because our parents couldn’t control their emotions. You were on guard and tuned in to people out of self-preservation, because our parents behaved like temperamental dogs.
