Sometimes I think that I am okey. That I’m okey with you being my T and not my mother. But yesterday I saw a woman who looked a lot like you, with two daughters just like you have. I know it wasn’t you but it still hurt so much. I can’t imagine telling you because I’m afraid you’ll resent me. You really don’t want my therapy to be about you, I get that. But my longing for a mother is so painful. I don’t believe it’ll ever go away.