I wish it was possible for my mum to see you. I know it likely wouldn’t be ethical and she was adamant she didn’t want to see anyone last time I suggested counselling, years ago, but I wish she could find better ways of dealing with this long term stress. I think the main problem is the source is still “there” even though the circumstances are different. It’s also sad that this change has made me feel almost like I’ve been unshackled, my spirit is so much lighter in a way I didn’t realise was possible, but for obvious reasons, she can’t let go.
The silk painting turned out better than expected. The bee doesn’t look like it’s puking, now! I was nervous that mum would ask about the blue silk paint I spilt on my bootlace (didn’t have a good explanation ready), but weirdly she doesn’t seem to have noticed it.