I’ve realized that I’ve been mimicking two especially ugly forms of parental abuse that I learned from Rose and Ed Cohen: arrogantly intruding on my son and DIL’s privacy and screaming at everyone and about everything.
Fuck the Cohens.
My job from now until the end of my life will be to try to heal the damage that adoption did to me as a tiny girl. The damage happened, and I can’t do anything about that, but I can make the best possible effort to counteract the consequences.
Where the hell did I ever get off thinking that Peter and Bonnie’s relationship is any business of mine? And why have I been so mean to people since I was a kid?
Ron thinks I am good by nature but influenced by bad, and the two have been fighting each other for decades.
I hope that my family can forgive the bad.