But in that shithole, i decided to try and spare my son the same selfish drunken dummy i’d had for a father.
Eventually, through study and introspection, i found: i had continually burned my life down because that was what i had been programmed to do—the way i had been taught to treat myself, which self-expectations to assume—through early personal experiences.
But these outlooks proved to be something like the magnets stuck to my refrigerator: removable and interchangeable. Now, the fundamental beliefs of who i thought i was, and my potentials/limitations/etc were somewhat more difficult to replace than a magnet on my fridge, yes.