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I’d only met you once. How was I supposed to know what you liked?

Is this teaching healthy communication? What about when they get into an inevitable disagreement?

“Thank you for teaching me these lessons and helping me grow into a mature adult”

You’d mistaken my anxiety-driven silence and avoidance for snobbery

“Mommy, I love public school, but why do I feel better and more accepted in a school like this?”

I was traumatized; not by the birth itself, but at the belief that I’d failed: as a student, as a woman, as a mother