I am translating the darn memoir back to Greek to be published.
As I do so I can't help thinking that:
a) with what I went through caused by the general dysfunction of my family, I really wonder where do people find the nerve to ask me why am I not making a bigger effort to stand on my own two feet with greater strength.
b) how did I let so many people treat me this way since I remember myself? But if I didn't know what is the right way to be treated, how could I tell????
I am really, really upset. I have 80 pages left and wonder how the hell am I going to do it. I am dreading the moment this will hit the shelves and people will start asking questions. Each day I translate I feel liberated, but while doing it, it's hell.
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