She does have a lot of insecurities. The way it came up was back when my father was dying, my aunt and I left hospice care for an hour or so to get some dinner. On the drive back we had a rather heavy conversation about my childhood. Then she dropped that line on me.

Ngl it fucked me up for a few days there, but shortly after my father’s death I realized something. I am the sole author of my story. She doesn’t get a say and neither does anyone else. I changed my twitter handle to American hodl a few months later. The rest is history.