because I was too much for him. I would make him see all the things in him that needs changing. He couldn’t stay calm with me always going on about ‘why are you like this’, ‘why would you do this like this’ or ‘how can you think like this’. I couldn’t even count the times I called him something like ‘uncultured’ or ‘uncivilized’ or ‘childish’ and versions of those. Of course he would grow…
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