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Instalment 0006: The Origin Stories Triangulated

reflective woman

I was never in a fight. But somehow, I was always in the middle. That’s the thing about families built on unresolved pain—there’s always someone who ends up being the emotional middleman, the buffer, the peacekeeper, the designated absorber of everyone’s unmet needs. In mine, that person was me. Not officially, of course. No one […]