As long as I don’t.

I can express myself as long as I don’t say anything “bad” about anyone related to him.

As long as I don’t say anything he does not like, I am fine.

I can have space, as long as I don’t take up even a tiny bit of his.

I can be in a bad mood, as long as I don’t make anyone uncomfortable.

I can have hurt feelings, as long as I don’t tell in truth who hurt them, especially if they are related to him.

I can have an idea or opinion, as long as I don’t upset his family.

I can talk to his family, as long as I don’t tell them any kind of truth about anything.

I can talk to his kids, as long as I don’t upset them or call them on their bad behavior.

As long as I don’t.

I can speak up and speak my mind, as long as it is how he thinks it should happen.

I can disagree, as long as it is in a way he likes or accepts.

I can spend money, as long as it is something he is okay with, or agrees to.

I can spend have friends, as long as he thinks they are okay and that they don’t like me too much.

As long as I.

As long as he.

As long as I don’t.

Three little statements that close the world, and open a wound.