Dear Riris:

When I first read your original post I noticed that you enjoyed telling your story of cheating on your husband (“captivated by your own story”, I wrote to you), but you wrote back to me at that time, a week ago: “Nor do I feel entertainment by sharing this story. And pleasure and excitement either”. But today you wrote: “I think you’re right about the cheating. To my shame, it’s something that excites me”.

You also wrote about listening to your mother, listening to her talk about groceries (what about groceries, I wonder) and criticisms and all. I wonder if your life with your mother day after day, year after year, has been very boring for you, and yet you listened to her because of a sense of duty, because you felt she needed to be heard. Maybe your need for excitement is so strong because of that excruciating boredom, such as her groceries talk. Any truth to my thinking?

anita