I’m not sure what is so special about that morning’s events, which set off those particular tears of grief, but I believe it is important to look for the subconscious material that I had a sneaking suspicion I hadn’t processed yet.
I can’t go back and redo my twenties or even go back to puberty and start my socialization over so that I understand male/female dynamics REALISTICALLY. My life may be irreversible; I’ll have to make peace with the consequences of what you did, but I know you’re still out there doing this to other people.
