“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…
Margaret gripped the edge of a dining chair. “I operated my entire life under the assumption that my inherent worth was tied to my ability to dictate outcomes. I am slowly learning that I do not need to orchestrate the universe to have a place in it.”
It was a clumsy, heavily rehearsed piece of therapist-speak. It wasn’t poetry. But it was the continue reading …
