as I careened through the hours, I had no patience, no capacity to be measured. The good doctor was my biological father. Meanwhile, the texts continued. Keep us posted with updates! I was hurt by her tone. How could she not understand that this wasn’t a soap opera, this was my life? But later, much later, I came to understand that I had presented it as entertainment.
I haven’t been hurt by how anyone has taken the news, generally, but I have sometimes registered that others have not seen it as the stunning/shocking surprise that I have. Also - see the other note! - it’s likely that I have played it out as an interesting new thing, rather than something dramatic and mind-blowing.
