I was starved of good enough mothering.
My desire to be loved, heard, nurtured still twisted itself toward the sun to get that shadow into the spirit.
T said she didn't think whrn we first started that I would ever attach to her. I did. I know fake, dysfunctional people. I didn't until T. She's different to anything I've ever had in my life.
What she's given me is, priceless.
So in answer to your question. Yes, my wounds grew toward T. She met them and some.