It’s pretty damned strange to be certain I’m right and also to feel guilty at the same time. I mean, I am right! It’s ut ter bull s**t for him to think that he gets to be some superman, the very picture of noble self-sacrifice, and I can’t make the kind of de ci sion people make every damned day of the week. I understand very clearly why I believe I have the right to make this decision. I know very clearly why I don’t believe he has a right to tell me I can’t.
I just don’t get why I still feel like I’m wrong.
No, maybe I’m not feeling wrong. Maybe I just feel like Daddy has earned the right to get a pass.
Yeah, that’s it.
I get it now. Here I am demanding my rights when this man sacrificed everything.
Well, maybe this isn’t it.
Damn it! What I need is advice. The terr
