need more than you think you have to give.
But love is not proven by becoming invisible.
Nor is independence proven by refusing to be helped.
The difficult work is learning the difference.
I sat there until almost two in the morning.
Mom didn’t tell me to leave Rowan.
She didn’t tell me to forgive him.
She wrote about choices.
About truth.
About resentment beginning where honest conversations ended.
About how people sometimes hurt each other not because love was absent, but because fear made them behave badly.
Then came
