She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

to fit.

I tell them what I wish someone had told me years ago:

“You matter. Not because of what you do for others. But because you exist. Your needs matter. Your feelings matter. You are allowed to take up space in your own life.”

Some of them cry when they hear it.

I understand.

I cried too, the first time I really believed it myself.

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