In regard to a corrective exercise.. Strange, I don’t feel like it.

I feel that I am over my mother.

Feels like she’s neither a Mother, nor a Monster.. not anymore.

Because I’m not there with her anymore.

It is over, the whole nightmare:

The endless shaming, guilt-tripping, beating.. histrionic, borderline, paranoid episodes..

These are all over, a thing safely in the past.

I am already safe from her.

And soon to die, and so far, far away.. She’s no danger to me.

The Dream that she will truly love me, that’s past due, a thing of the past.

That Dream.. ahh.. What a dream!

Something to never happen in this ocean called life.

A dream, a fantasy.

I love myself for having this dream, a good little-girl Anita dreaming, how sweet, how precious.

May this dream fuel my love for people, for all people waiting out there to be loved.

Anita