Sam Miller

But, honestly, I can’t tell you what a good son would have done, because I’m not one.

Afraid it will be better—

Afraid that once we do it, I’ll be your helpless slave forever—

Afraid you’ll see me naked and be disgusted and never speak to me again

I started out thinking I had so much to offer. But I’ve got nothing to share but the hope that my pain can be helpful to someone.