“They were talking in circles, and he could not hear her over his anger and defensiveness and ego - over his aggressive need to frame the narrative. For eight years, she was human scaffolding, doing this rickety, dangerous, exhausting work all around his frame while he stretched toward the sky, this inanimate object trying to be glorious, but busy casting shadows on all that surrounded it. On her. She couldn’t do it anymore. Finally, Rae had come to an understanding with herself that she wasn’t obligated to.”