New post on Daughter on Duty.

Many times in my father’s letters to my mother, written during World War II, he writes something belittling, and I cringe as I read them. He frequently implores her not to be who she is, which I do as well, over the very same personality traits: endless catastrophizing, endless obsessing over everything imaginable. But it wasn’t until this week that I saw it for what it was.

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