Dear noname

Noname is stuck in hurt-and-angry, repeatedly crying, repeatedly throwing temper tantrums, because he wants his mother to finally see that he is hurting, to finally care that he is hurting, to finally love him, and he is not moving on until she does!

The first time I tried to understand you was on March 15, 2017, on the first day you posted in your first thread. I offered you my developing understanding over four years, following reading and re-reading and studying your posts many times, for many hours. It is all on record here. Today, the paragraph above is my final analytical input/ my final offer of my understanding of you.

I would very much like to read from you again and again and reply to you every time you post. It’s just that there will be no more analysis. It feels like a relief to me: I am moving on from being stuck on analyzing noname.

anita

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