At 53, My Mom Finally Started Dating Again—When I Met the Man Making Her So Happy, I Waited Until He Left and Said, “Mom, You Need to Know Who He Really Is”
That was it.
Important information.
Painful information.
Information she had the right to possess.
What she did with it belonged to her.
That distinction became central to how I thought about love.
If you love someone, you do not make decisions for them simply because you fear their decision might hurt.
You give them truth.