to treat his mother. I’ve left the door open, the way you do for your child even when he’s disappointed you, but I’ve also kept the gate, if you understand the difference. He knows where I am. He knows what it would take to be welcome. The ball, as they say, is on his side of the fence I now controlHere’s what I learned, closing an iron gate on the people who threw me out.
The people who value how things look will always underestimate the person who values whether
