Yet despite those gestures, those fragile attempts to express their feelings, she and her mother couldn’t get along, relax. Were they too foreign from each other? Or was it the intensity of two women alone, two women who would be mirrors for each other, for each other’s sadness, disappointments, rage? If one would experience joy, the other would feel not her own joy rising but a pang of jealousy rooted in a fear of abandonment that would cause her to strike the other down. And where did this fear of loneliness come from?
