Audrey asks, knocking on my door first thing the next morning. “Yes, won’t you come in,” I say, motioning to my client chairs. I’m brain dead this morning. I didn’t sleep at all last night. How could I? All the pieces are finally coming together. Why we are the way we are. Trust and safe distances. Having surface relationships and never being vulnerable with anyone wasn’t a choice for us—it was a necessity. Acting like we cared or looking to someone else for any kind of validation meant either getting our noses broken or being ignored. But something feels different now. And it’s not about blame. This is my life. Ferdie and I are adults. Just like Audrey and Chuck. I am not my story and I certainly don’t want to sit around and spend the next forty years talking about how everything is my parents’ fault. What’s the saying—that would be time spent drinking poison and expecting them to die? I’m not going to give them even more power and walk around like I’m some remora feeding off a sad childhood.
What do You think about Girl Before A Mirror (2014)?
