Rule of Thumb: if I’m White, I’m Racist
Now how can I move forward?
My then-husband and I sat as far apart as possible on the couch in our therapist’s office. With our eyes glazed over, our heads stopped up, we spoke in mono-syllabic grunts if at all.
You guys need to go home and tuck yourselves into bed. She ended the session early so we could go nurse our colds.