I found this photo floating around the internet and it’s true: if anyone wanted me to write warmly about them, they would have treated me nicely or learned how to whisper quietly.
That sounds insanely catty and immature, but I’m learning that in order to really grow as a writer, I have to face the ghosts of those who have hurt me most. And to hell with changing names.
Okay, I don’t want to get sued, but really: people are mean and they don’t deserve to have sweet things written about them if there isn’t anything sweet to say.
Growing up means facing your fears.