Once you’ve broken trust,/
forget about earning it/
back. It is too hard.
Or
It’s too scary
Or
Once you’ve broken trust,/
don’t think you can just win it
back. It’s too scary.
Once you’ve broken trust,/
forget about earning it/
back. It is too hard.
Or
It’s too scary
Or
Once you’ve broken trust,/
don’t think you can just win it
back. It’s too scary.
My Dad tells me: “Be
happy!” He’s never had a
child killing herself.
No dad should reach the/
point where he must tell his girl:/
“Go. Die. I can’t help.”
Being there for her/
means sometimes I won’t answer
her painful request.
You may now notice/
that all the people who love/
you won’t talk to you.
How much would joy be/
increased if women said what/
they meant, and men heard?
I wasn’t doing/
anything so I couldn’t/
get her. I wouldn’t.
Written after my daughter’s phone call from a eating disorder treatment center: “What are you doing that you can’t come and get me?!?”
She felt as though she/
had no control, so I gave/
it back. It’s now hers.
Or
it back. She must do.
Or
… so I quit
helping her escape.
Written after my daughter claimed she had no control in her life, then called me begging me to come get her from a treatment center she could leave on her own.
She is strong enough/
to do this. Can we be strong/
enough to let her?
Written after my daughter was admitted to a treatment center for eating disorders, then started calling, begging to be released.