You blame your passions for your own bad decisions, pointing at your anger, pain, fear, hope, and longing and bemoaning your lack of choice. But that’s just an excuse. The same excuse you used for ignoring your daughter’s pain – for imploding in on yourself like a dying star in the wake of your wife’s death. And the same excuse you hurl back in my face now. “Because it’s easier than facing the ugly truth. “That each and every one of you are responsible for your own decisions. “And for your own mistakes.”
