Well, previous T tried to get me to be angry at her, but I was determined not to be angry, and I can be a right stubborn creature when I want to be. Ended up hurting myself more in the end I think, and sacrificing what could have been a good relationship. Realistically, I suppose I didn't have a choice though. I had a boatload of maternal and related transferences with her.
__________________
'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
|