Patience is a Virtuous Lie

I was sitting, telling them all a story that never happened… which now I can’t quite remember, which is the problem with lying when you get older.


Why am I scared? Why do I let him do this to me? I have let myself be scared of him for so long, I suppose, after a nice long pause, after a few years of reflection, I can finally begin to admit that maybe he was abusive, and it wasn’t just me being awful, or even just us being awful to each other.