No one ever wants to do what I want to do, and I’m so permissive, so “Oh, okay!” all the time, so “Tell me about your day” all the time, that time after time I end up doing things I don’t want to do, acting the therapist, toeing my limit with alcohol even though I’m visualizing tea, pretending to be grateful at my workplace even though it hurts to be there, pushing my limits and biting my tongue until the inevitable happens and I snap and say something mean.
