3. Dear Kiddo, Take My Hand Into Darkness

The first time I was ever gaslit, it was by your mom. To be fair, she wasn’t waving a lantern or quoting Shakespeare while pretending the lights weren’t flickering, but she might as well have been. It was a masterclass in psychological gymnastics, the kind you don’t see coming until you’re neck-deep in the absurdity, wondering if you accidentally joined a soap opera.