“Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world. ~Wayne Dyer Driving home from another visit to the pediatrician, Mother reiterated how puny I was: “You’re just like Mommy.
She was so frail. You get sick easily.” I’d say I was five years old when I wholeheartedly accepted this hogwash as fact. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you I stayed sick for three decades because I truly believed I was prone to illness.
I come from a long line of women who never got what they wanted. They settled, conformed, and were submissive to their male spouses.
I recall when I was probably eight and witnessed a heated knock-down drag-out between my parents. Those fights used to scare me, and I always ended up resenting my father because my mother was no match for him physically or intellectually.