Many, many years before, I had been fired from a job that I loved, and I would not stop talking about my innocence and the injustice and the betrayal and the deceipt, until finally, just like this woman, people were walking away from me, until I finally realized I wasn't just processing my feelings, I was feeding them.
Moitos anos antes, botáranme dun traballo que adoraba, e non paraba de falar da miña inocencia e da inxustiza, a traizón, a decepción, ata que ao final, como con esta muller, a xente escapaba de min, ata que me dei conta de que non estaba procesando os meus sentimentos, estaba alimentándoos.