I interrupted the old move to over-explain

Dear Delyara, I felt it beginning — that old reflex to say more than necessary so the room stays comfortable, so no one mistakes me, so my boundaries sound gentle enough to survive contact with another person. And this time, I stopped. Not dramatically. Just enough. Enough to let the truth remain shorter. Enough to let a boundary stand without decorative cushioning around every edge. It felt uncomfortable. And right.