You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.
That's who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
There's a place in the brain for knowing what cannot be remembered.
It was psychological trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.
And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.
A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.