The Ruler From 1990: How My Tough Love Drowned My Son

He had sent out over 600 resumes in six months. He had a spreadsheet tracking them. Rejected. Ghosted. Rejected.

He wasn’t lazy. He was fighting a war I refused to see because I was too busy looking at the past through rose-colored glasses.

I measured his success with a ruler from 1990, and I beat him with it when he didn’t measure up.

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