Dignity Isn’t a Countdown: When “Safety” Starts Feeling Like Control

answer, even if he didn’t want to.

Denise frowned. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s honest,” I said. “And honesty makes people uncomfortable.”

Denise’s eyes filled with tears—angry tears, frustrated tears, love-soaked tears.

“I’m not trying to erase you,” she said. “I’m trying to keep you.”

The words hit me harder than any argument.

Because suddenly I saw it clearly:continue reading …