The "handling" didn’t happen in a screaming match. It happened on a random Tuesday.
But I want to reclaim that phrase for a second. Not for the schadenfreude. Not for the violence.
And if you are the "handler"? Be gentle. Be firm. Make the grilled cheese.
For the growth .
"Yeah. You are a mess. And I love the mess. But you are not a victim of your own chaos. You are the author of it. So either write a better chapter tonight, or stop crying about the plot."