Every story has a back story.
And that story has another back story.
Then another one and another one and another one.
So, when you ask my story.
What do I say?
Do I share the story of now or then?
Do I share yet not share the story at the same time?
Do I let the yarn ball loose or hold on to it with my dear life?
Because every story has a back story, and there are different sides to it.
The story is mine, but the narrations vary.
The intent is well, but the perception changes.
And there is no arguing the emotions that come to play.
It might be a story I wish not to tell. Not out of disrespect.
But because the story is like a yarn ball, once you let it go, it is a painful process gathering it all and gathering your own self after.