Make things work

“How does seeing your daughter hate you make you feel?” Naya’s therapist asked as she sat before her contemplating Hailey’s coldness towards her.

“It reminds me of how much I hated my father,” Naya confessed. “I used to treat him the same way because of how much he abused my mother. I even did worse than Hailey is doing right now. I spat in his food, applied graffiti on his car on a Monday morning before he went to work, I spoke out loud during his business calls.”

“Do you think this is karma teaching you a lesson?” The therapist asked.

Naya laughed.

“I do not regret any of those actions. Hailey’s situation is different. I didn’t do anything to harm her. I am the one who is wronged here, but she doesn’t understand. My father wronged me. He was abusive towards my mother and normalized toxicity. That was just too painful to watch. I had to do something about it. I didn’t know how else to react to such a cruel man.” Naya explained.

The therapist nodded.

“Alright, I understand,” she