Some time ago we began to imagine that most romantic relationships, and ALL parent-child ones, land on a continuum with abuse.
(My mom washed my hair too roughly. I don’t like how he interrupts his wife.)
What if we, however briefly, dropped this conceit—& instead envisioned these intimate, idiosyncratic relationships as we envision other benign relationships, like friendships? We could put them on a continuum with, say, heaven.