If you don’t like my story…

If you didn’t want me telling my story, maybe you shouldn’t have written that chapter.

If you wanted me to make you look good, maybe you should have been a good person.

I have the right to share my story, just as you can share yours. I own my story, just as you own yours.

Maybe you should be more intentional when intersecting with someone else’s story.

Maybe you should remember that your actions toward someone become part of the story they own and get to tell whenever, however and to whomever they like.

When you enter someone’s story, you leave a mark, like a square stitched into their quilt. It might be a dark square, or a bright cheery one, but once it is stitched in, it is theirs now.

You don’t get to be the editor in someone else’s story.

If you didn’t want me telling my story, maybe you shouldn’t have contributed content you didn’t want published.

If you don’t like my story, maybe you shouldn’t have helped write it, but I won’t hide it for your sake. I won’t keep quiet. My story is mine to tell.