Man, the Holidays were tough Sandi. I remember very vividly my little guy having massive separation anxiety and sobbing uncontrollably when I dropped him of. She would literally have to peel him off of me. It tore the heart out of me. Those are the types of things/memories that I am working on in IC -- and, in time, the sting of those events has started to fade. Though I hope never 100% because I don't ever want to forget completely what that life was like -- it's good to remember some of it so I remember to keep working on me.
I also vividly recall you wanting to wring my neck. A lot of the time because I was probably being too accommodating or something to her. The irony? Despite what I was trying to do in terms of accommodation and kindness she STILL saw and interpreted most everything I did as hateful or based in anger/hostility. I tell you, that blows my mind!
