The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

recognition, your understanding. And I finally realized I was never going to get it. Not because I wasn’t good enough, but because you needed me not to be too good. So I stopped trying.”

“Emily—”

“I’m not angry,” I said, and I meant it. “I’m just done. Done being small. Done pretending. Done showing up to family gatherings and being treated like I haven’t continue reading …