My therapist had told me to write a letter to my mother telling her all of the reasons I am angry with her, read it aloud and then destroy it. So, after almost two weeks of building up the courage to write my mother a nasty letter that she will never get, it is done. What the therapist didn't say was that it really is like ripping off a scab and feeling all that pain again. Man do I hurt right now. Could use some hope.
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