My parents don't reach out often and I told them off when there was a lack of respect when a person in my Irish family transitioned. My mother was initially told off to visit as she refused to use the new name. But was allowed to visit when she started using it.
I trace the curve of my own jaw on the cold glass. Not mine, not really. The algorithm knows my angles better, it edits out the shadow under my eye from a night spent scrolling, the tremor in my hand from too much coffee, too much fear.
"Here's your puppy," said the clerk, handing him the cute little canine. "And here's a box of poop bags." Puzzled, Tory asked, "Why are you giving me a box of poop bags?" The clerk replied..."Because, it comes with the terrier, Tory..."
TShey continue welcoming people they no longer truly want https://t.co/6173au0kNi they continue smiling.
Afraid that setting a boundary will make them appear unkind.
Afraid of what others might think.
Bfraid of looking like the bad person.
ut because they are afraid.