
You’ve Been Careful with Everyone but Yourself
Shelly* sits in her car outside her apartment, rewriting the same text for the fourth time.
She wants to say that last night hurt. Every version sounds like too much, so she deletes it and goes inside.
Later she’s running the whole day back in her head, checking her tone in every conversation she had. She gives and gives, and it comes back thin.
What frightens her is quieter than the fighting. Her parents never gave her what she needed either, and every relationship since has felt like the same room with different furniture.


