The dream was intense enough to produce real tears. I woke myself up by crying,... one of those “crying dreams” as I call them (Do other people have them?). This one was about my mother (it usually is about her). In the dream she cut me out of her life, subtly at first, by not responding to me, but then when I couldn’t get a hold of her, it came out that she didn’t want to be my mother anymore.
Freud would have a field day with this.
I haven’t lived with my mother in over 20 years, and since then, have had only very limited time with her spanning years in which I don’t see her at all. How then, is that hurt little girl still alive? Why does she haunt me so?
How do I bury her forever?