Mine are very old. Of recent, not a day goes by of inner turmoil bubbling up, wanting me to give them a blast with both barrels (figuratively) about a lifetime of emotional neglect. But I just bite my tongue and talk about the weather over phone. It’s some kind of sick martyrdom controlling my emotions so they don’t have to really feel … right to the bitter end.
I feel you there person.
Mine are very old. Of recent, not a day goes by of inner turmoil bubbling up, wanting me to give them a blast with both barrels (figuratively) about a lifetime of emotional neglect. But I just bite my tongue and talk about the weather over phone. It’s some kind of sick martyrdom controlling my emotions so they don’t have to really feel … right to the bitter end.