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<font color="green"> Dear Mouse,
I am not adopted, but my mother was like this too. My father was loving and supportive but in the Navy and gone often. While he was gone my mother would be all over the place emotionally and I rarely knew if she was gonna smack me or hug me. When she was being nice I would luxuriate in her care; her negative mood swing always seemed to catch me off guard.
Whenever I saw she was in a good mood, I would do all I could to keep her happy, I think this is part of the beginning of the 'I feel fine' syndrome we tend to have with T. After all T tends to resemble our mothers at their best - attentive, caring, focused on ME and working with me to help be the best I can.
Sadly, I go the other way all too often - this feels so good I can't let anyone know or I will lose it. So I dig up every fear and trouble I can find and try hard to show I am still very sick instead of getting too healthy to be this needy. sigh.....</font>
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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