What’s done is done. We’re both grown-ups. I desperately want to bridge the gap, but based on the way Bash addresses the wall, I’m thinking I might be the only one. It taps straight into every hurt I carry with me. I grew up feeling like I had to bend over backward not to anger my father. Seen but not heard is what he requested of me. And I was. It can be my default now when I’m feeling off-kilter. It’s a hard habit to shake.
