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A child, yes, is a vortex of anxieties.
Everything in those years seemed to me without remedy, I myself was without remedy.
The harm she did me in that period was enormous. Whether she was celebrating herself in the games, or becoming bitter when she was excluded from them, she led me to believe that I had done everything wrong, that I was too full of myself, that I wasn’t made to be a mother.
Love requires energy, I had none left.
“because to what we’ve taught them they add what they learn outside of us, in their time, which is always different—it’s not ours.”
“I loved them too much and it seemed to me that love for them would keep me from becoming myself.”
a mother is only a daughter who plays,
