There was once a kid named Forest who hated me. He and I went to elementary school together, then middle school. It felt like that for as long as I knew Forest, he couldn't stand me. It was in the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me. The way he
Good to ponder. Another “And.” about those stories and memory: if you’ve shared life with someone for a long time, like a sibling or spouse, you also have to consider your memories and stories with theirs. Sometimes I have to close off our remembering them together because my comforting or healed story isn’t theirs and we aren’t helpful to each other’s way to move on.
Good to ponder. Another “And.” about those stories and memory: if you’ve shared life with someone for a long time, like a sibling or spouse, you also have to consider your memories and stories with theirs. Sometimes I have to close off our remembering them together because my comforting or healed story isn’t theirs and we aren’t helpful to each other’s way to move on.