Access to Emotional Reserves

I head to the desk in the guest bedroom and pick up the envelope that contains my passport and the latest account statement—the documents I’ll need to access my emotional trust fund. It matures tomorrow, and I can’t wait to finally have the rest as my parents still call it—the half of their love, affection, pride, etc. they withheld, certain that emotional abundance would spoil me, resulting in overconfidence and entitlement.

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