You Were Taught That Love Has a Shape
You learned it early. Love looks like giving up the last piece. Love looks like saying yes when you mean no, staying quiet when you want to speak, shrinking yourself so someone else can feel large. In a joint family, in a household run on the logic of collective harmony, the child who asks for too much is the difficult one. The child who waits, defers, adjusts, she is the good one. You became very good at being good.
