My mum doesn’t like it when I say stuff like this. She thinks it’s unfeminist. And I know the better story is the one where you’re liberated on your own. But I don’t think I would be this way now if it wasn’t for him. I was hurt when he left because I didn’t know who I was going to be when this person, who contributed so much to my composition as a human, disappeared. What I didn’t realise is that he taught me all the lessons and I know them off by heart without him now. So, as much as I’m glad that he made me who I am, I’m glad that I’ve been left alone to be her too.
