
Honesty is my love language, so I want you to know the truth:
I wrote an entire book on boundaries. They are more important in our lives now than ever. And yet, I still struggle to set them with some people and in some areas of my life.
I write this as someone who is smarting from a microaggression that I failed to correct.
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I’m nine years into my relationship with my wife, and we’re an hour into a birthday dinner for my brother.
It’s just him, our parents, my wife and our son. And before I can process what's happening, I find myself in the middle of a conversation that chokes my capacity to speak up for myself.
"It’s interesting that none of your grandparents had an issue with your relationship with Nyssa, because Dad and I certainly did."
My mum offers these words across the table in the same tone that she asked for someone to please pass her the bread.