It resolves okay; it is not quite the horrible mourning thing you feel it will be at the moment.

I had a dream only a year or two (out of 9) before T and I terminated where I "found out" my mother wasn't dead, she'd been in an institution all my life and I was going to go see her. I woke and stayed angry that all that time had been "wasted" when I could have known her, even though she wouldn't have been able to respond and now would be so old. I was really angry that I'd been lied to and actually felt like the dream was true for a couple days and that she was alive. My longing for my mother was that great.

My T said something weird around 2000, that things would be very different for me, would improve after my stepmother died. I couldn't imagine it but in June of 2001 she did die, I got the call from my stepsister just as I was going out the door to go to T! That was a wonderful coincidence, even more wonderful because it was a Saturday morning and I was making up a session T hadn't been able to get to. The drive to T was horrible because I had to pass 4-5 neighborhoods I'd lived in during my childhood and ALL the memories came back at once and I'm driving 112 kilometers an hour on the highway and crying so I could barely see. But the time with T was a "suspended" time, the only way I can describe it. We were out of time, in a world of our own, and I cried but not wildly, not like I had on the way over, and when I left, everything was "all right." It wasn't anything she said special or anything that happened, it was just the "normalness" of the session, of life going on with me and her in it like we had been. There was a center there that I hadn't been aware of, and in Me, and it wasn't about my mother or stepmother anymore or my past. I was Myself and sure of it. There was a lightness like the ropes tying my hot air balloon self down to the ground had been let go of and I wasn't tethered anymore. Of course, the feeling didn't stay like that and I live happily everafter :-) but the change stayed.