anger manifests itself as fury because I feel out of control, but if I sit with the anger for a little while, if I let it teach me, if I get down on the floor with it the way you would a suspicious cat, over time the cat reveals itself to be not a lion but a kitten—brokenhearted, fragile, small. I find my fragile grief, masquerading as powerful anger. I’m sad that this is a plot point I have to incorporate into the story of my life. That’s the heart of it. I don’t want this part. I want to stick my fingers in my ears like a child. I want to lock the door against it. You can’t be a part of my
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