I expected “exhausted” today. I expected “tired”. I did not expect “angry”. But the same family member who long since was told to stop deputizing themselves to stick their nose into my life, to stop speaking for me, did it again. It’s fucking infantilizing on a good day, but on an exhausting day during a psychological tripwire of a month, it’s maddening and dangerous and it almost broke me in half.
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