was telling you that your choice had no value, that it wasn’t good enough for me. You must have felt my judgment, my lack of acceptance over who you are or what you have chosen for yourself. I had failed to see how, from your perspective, Papa and I were two sides of the same coin: He sought to mold you into some image of who he needed you to be for him. And I, too, refused to accept you as you are, not willing to listen when you made your desires clear to me. Instead, both of us held your own wishes against you, sending you the message that you were not good enough as is.
