I hope she doesn't mind, wherever she is, in the highly unlikely event that she reads this, that I used her story, but it seems relevant to my trying to get this piece of the puzzle on relationships, something I have tussled with for the last 50 years or so. Co dependence was my middle name, and I saw the best in the oddest men while ending relationships with really great, generous loving ones. What was I trying to heal? Or express?
I still don't know, I think I'll take the dogs and go for a walk, or go do TAT, or something, because after 50 years, I still have yet to figure this one out.