Hey Mouse,

Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense. About as much sense as T's vacation (that I really suffered through) catapulted me eons into knowing myself better.

I also really get the idea of accepting that the thought of T not caring does not mean "the end" of me. Although, I'm not there all the time and I still shudder at the thought of him not caring about me.

The emotion in my family was not often loving. It was usually filled with spilled out anger and the lack of boundaries was beyond anything remotely acceptable. I think that's why T's boundaries are good. They help me to feel safe.

Peace