Over the course of my childhood I would have a recurring fantasy. The same fantasy every time. My fantasy was that I would walk into the kitchen to the silverware drawer next to our refrigerator. I open the drawer and pull out one of the steak knives with the wooden handles. I stab myself in the stomach and think, now that I’ve done this she can’t do it to me ever again. That is the legacy of damage you leave behind.
The Fantasy
The Damage You Leave Behind 