My therapist is always giving me permission to stop loving Mom. That is why I go to her—she is always reminding me that Mom has damaged me, stunted my grieving process. She says things like, “Two people can’t throw up in the toilet at the same time,” and I can’t argue differently. It’s true. But then the therapist goes too far, says something like, “If another woman was calling you this much, what would you say to her?” and I get angry at the therapist for saying exactly the thing I am paying her to say.
