Mothers
I am one, I understand how you can feel eroded eaten away the sea of perfection you are expected to inhabit.
I can understand how sometimes you want to be the person who you are still inside, and yearn to dance with that once more.
What I can not understand is how you can, deny your child's existence not once but three times over.........
Then tear your family into pieces because you want to feel whole, when all you are is now less. Diminished , fragile, and broken, the damage done and no amount of of glue will ever repair what you have done.
Then you tell your daughter she needs to bond with her own child!
Maybe the looking glass is not so far away as once thought?