The Argument That Always Ends the Same Way
You brought up something real. A pattern you have noticed, a boundary you needed, a feeling you could no longer keep to yourself. And somehow, by the end of the conversation, you were the one explaining yourself. You were the one who had spoken too harshly, remembered it wrong, made too big a deal of things. The original point, the one you walked in with, was gone. You were defending your right to have raised it at all.
