The Slowest Self-Therapy in the World by Karen Stromberg

I'm almost 70 and just figured out that having insufficient parenting (his) is not worth bitching about. It's worth one single moment of blinding sadness: what I missed, (without the details) what he missed (without the details). I thank him for the harm he didn't do. (And) I'm done.

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