Maybe more for a blog post, but my parents started emailing me again, professing their love for me, swearing they won’t reject me, and begging me to visit. Dangling my siblings in front of me like a carrot on a stick. I’m doing that thing where I’m subconsciously censoring myself again because I know that they read what I write, and part of me wants them to think I just have been busy. I have, but more to the point, my answer is silence. Love is not manipulative, and I feel strings from 3000 miles away. I won’t go back, my trust hasn’t been earned, and love bombing isn’t convincing.