Quote: I could go on and on. But in truth all I am trying to say is. I have no anger for my mom. I feel sorry for her. I understand she thought that what she was doing was what was best for us. By providing us a home and a father and a family that was no longer embarrased of us. I feel sorry for her because the two times she tried to get out. She had no one that would help her. I feel sorry for how trapped I know she felt do to lack of family support and lack of education. I feel sorry for the two years of living hell I put her through myself. And I feel sorry for the fact I know she feels she let both myself and my older sister down some how and that every thing she thought was for us ended up hurting us. That is a hell of a guilt to live with. I know I live with it myself where my daughter is concerned.
This doesn't sound a bit like detachment to me. It sounds like empathy squared. You have the ability to be involved when it is appropriate. Maybe if you could detect man o' steel tendancies in your H, you would be less detached, eh?
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
