Inexplicable

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The hardest part of all of this isn’t that I don’t understand you. It’s that I do. I understand completely. And I wish that weren’t true.

It would be easier on me if I could just be angry like everybody else. It would hurt less if I just didn’t get it. But I see your loneliness because I hold it in my heart, too. There’s too much of me that identifies with you. I used to wonder why some mothers hate their daughters, but now I know. You’re…