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When the Last Word Becomes Unnecessary
It’s no longer a comfort. Closure is our own making.
Sometimes, I have a touch of an attitude problem. I can get a little mouthy. If I’ve been hurt, it’s hard to keep that in check. Fortunately, the wisdom of a few years trained me well in thinking before speaking. At this point in my life, it’s become barely thinking and not even remotely speaking.
I used to have such a heavy need for the last word. Always. I’m a talker. I figured if there was something to say, by God, I was going to say it.
My need for the last word was not steeped in power or control but more the need to understand and be understood. Those needs frequently required being granted an audience to be heard.
I write about a lot of women’s issues and the comments that show up on my articles can make the mind reel. When they first started coming in, I felt compelled to respond to them. All of them. I either felt misunderstood or flat out attacked. Feeding this demon only makes it bigger.
After a few months of circling around and around arguing with people in my comments section, I ran out of steam. It wasn’t good for my mental health. What’s more, it never got…
