

Don’t be this way. One of my most distinct memories of my dad is me telling him he was wrong about something. We looked into it together and he admitted he was wrong.
It’s a core memory because of how rare it was in my early childhood for an adult to listen to me, not get angry or dismissive, and listen to evidence despite it contradicting their intuition.
I suppose following this metaphor the actual left, like anarchists, are the people who realize that sometimes people don’t get over their toxic behavior and for those people you have to set strong boundaries and or cut them out of your life. It’s scary leaving someone you’ve known forever but sometimes it really is for the best