I thought about not publishing this story because I feel it is a bit of stating the obvious, but then I read Iva Ursano’s “I Can’t Read Your Stories Anymore” about how she feels when she reads about other people’s happy childhood stories. Apparently, she had a pretty miserable childhood, and feels conflicted about hearing tales of sunshine and roses related to how others grew up. She wants to read them. She doesn’t want to read…
