“I sometimes wonder if it’s possible for a person to inherit a set of habits, a connection to a place, or a propensity towards loving bad men, like the ability to roll one’s tongue. I wonder if my father made me the way I am, or if my mother did, or if he’s to blame for how she is too. And if so, who’s to blame for him? I wonder if we’re all just the product of our parents’ fears and failings, and their parents before them. I wonder how far back the cycle goes, whether I’m predisposed to being mentally ill, whether I have any choice in how my life unfolds, or the person that I’m destined to be. You could go mad trying to figure it out.”
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Hazel Hayes,
Out of Love