The truth stings, doesn’t it? You don’t hate being weak. You hate that you can’t admit how much you love it. The second someone calls you out, you melt. The second someone commands you, you comply. That’s not confusion. That’s instinct.
My daughter and I have been arguing a lot lately; it's about her future, and everything is difficult because she doesn't want to talk to me. I ordered us food, and she ate it silently. When I opened the fortune cookie, we both fainted. When I opened my