There’s something fundamentally different about the kind of pain I endure and the kind of pain he does. My pain is solely due to being born a girl. I know it for sure, I know it’s ridiculous, and I can hate and rebel to my heart’s content. But for him, it’s complicated. Wrapped up in fault, in guilt. A tangle of impossible choices, each of which has bound him into a deeper mess. Even when he did what he believed was right, the universe only punished him for it.
