Youre doing really really good work.

You know, all our relatives etc dont see this part, that she scared the carp out of us and that it is still a part of us in a pretty horrible way. Maybe thats what appealed to me so much about Bronte's Jane Eyre. Its like having a monster living in the attic - im not complaining, but dont expect me to be living a normal life, inviting you over for coffee, driving you to the doctors. I was given this monster as part of my inheritance. Please dont pretend you dont see it - you gave it to me.