Mine are very old. Of recent, not a day goes by of inner turmoil bubbling up, wanting me to give them a blast with both barrels (figuratively) about a lifetime of emotional neglect. But I just bite my tongue and talk about the weather over phone. It's some kind of sick martyrdom controlling my emotions so they don't have to really feel ... right to the bitter end.
I feel you there person.
Mine are very old. Of recent, not a day goes by of inner turmoil bubbling up, wanting me to give them a blast with both barrels (figuratively) about a lifetime of emotional neglect. But I just bite my tongue and talk about the weather over phone. It's some kind of sick martyrdom controlling my emotions so they don't have to really feel ... right to the bitter end.