My mom texts "I guess I'll just figure it out myself" and I drop everything. Every time. The guilt isn't in the words. It's in the structure. She never asks for help. She performs suffering until I volunteer.
My mom texts "I guess I'll just figure it out myself" and I drop everything. Every time. The guilt isn't in the words. It's in the structure. She never asks for help. She performs suffering until I volunteer.