“They are on one side of the river ; you are on the other.”
“My mother and I never bonded, as she was depressed at my birth and blamed me for her terrible life. Now, people seem to sense instantly that I am unlovable.”
“I’m worried, because when I look into her eyes as she breaks down in tears in front of me, I feel almost nothing.”
There is no pleasure ; in the waiting ever, the waiting is a long thread the grand crone of time pulls through yr body, holding the needle on the other side of you, winking, thinking.
Baba Yaga, please help.