When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
The rest of Sunday was relatively calm. As she had on Saturday, Caroline was able to secure babysitters and visit me. We discussed the possibilities, who I should inform, and how I should share the information. Sunday was also the first time I felt it was possible that I’d had had a heart attack. I felt guilty. Perhaps I ate or drank too much or gave too much respect to the stress of my job. Regardless, if I had had a heart attack, I was certain it was my fault.
And it was my fault because it was my father’s fault.
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