“Warned You About What?”: The Silent Judgment of a Survival Mark

my body.” He explained that his mother had glimpsed the scar when I reached for a hand towel. She assumed I’d undergone cosmetic surgery or made reckless choices, then questioned why he hadn’t told her.

“She values transparency,” he muttered defensively.

Disbelief hardened into hurt. “And what do you think?” I asked. He opened his mouth, then hesitated.continue reading …