June brought more adjustments, like getting used to Casey’s new schedule and how to adapt. She started working more weekends, which was eating through our restaurant budget quicker than usual.
We eat with the Deaf church more often so as to conserve money. She eats, and I drink coffee and maybe pick through her leftovers. Amused, I thought in my best narrator voice, In the Gatlin tribe, the women eat first while the men wait. Though one Sunday, I was worried less about food and pondering moral compasses after our class at church.
After listening to the lesson about moral compasses, I started to think of my own compass and where it was pointed. I visualized the virtues as true north, along with a compass that helped it click. I was often saying I wanted to be a good person, having come to the realization that I had been a narcissist. Though not on a criminal level or being a terrible person, I still wasn’t a good person.
The fact I used that term directed my attention to an internal issu…
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