I've spent too much time trying to make people understand me. Why I made a certain decision. Why I couldn't show up. Why I wanted something different. Why I changed my mind. Why I needed some distance. Why I wasn't ready. I'd explain it once. Then I'd explain it better. Then I'd think about it later and wish I'd said it differently. Maybe if I had used the right words, they would understand. Maybe if I gave them the whole story, they wouldn't be upset. Maybe if they knew what was happening in...