Everything Has Its Limit
Some fine writing today that made my eyes well up.
Out of Memphis, Lindsey explains understanding parents and especially her mother:
She does this because she loves me and she doesn’t want to burden me with problems that aren’t explicitly mine. It’s an amazing trick, really, to take all that hurt that’s churning inside her and push it down deep so that no one’s made uncomfortable by it. But it’s a trick I wish she didn’t pull so often, because no vessel can hold a limitless amount. Everything has its limit.
I love reading things that make me feel.
