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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 679967" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>when i was a little girl i had nowhrere to go and was lonely. I made a best friend when I was 9. my mother worked hers did not. I was always there. colleen could be mean. one time the wood top of the sewing machine case fell. 'colleen convinced me that i had caused the top to fall and had caused the wood to be morred. she would not stop talking about how mad her mother would be and what would happen to me. While i could not see how i could have caused the damage, I was terrified. You see colleen's mother was mean too. and I did not feel really i had anybody.</p><p></p><p>I had my grandmother who loved me but i felt still as having nobody. I tolerated the meanness.</p><p></p><p>50 years later I struck up a friendship with her. i had a profession. I was a mother. still, the dynamic of 50 years before was the same. colleen laughingly told me that she had lied about the sewingmachine. she had damaged it and pinned it I on me.</p><p></p><p>she was the same. i had changed., when i saw that, more to the point, felt I would always be cast in the same role I never called her again. i never said a word. she became desperate. she called my mother. more than once. the more she did so the stronger became I.</p><p></p><p>there is no bad guy here. I no longer needed or wanted to live that role.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 679967, member: 18958"] when i was a little girl i had nowhrere to go and was lonely. I made a best friend when I was 9. my mother worked hers did not. I was always there. colleen could be mean. one time the wood top of the sewing machine case fell. 'colleen convinced me that i had caused the top to fall and had caused the wood to be morred. she would not stop talking about how mad her mother would be and what would happen to me. While i could not see how i could have caused the damage, I was terrified. You see colleen's mother was mean too. and I did not feel really i had anybody. I had my grandmother who loved me but i felt still as having nobody. I tolerated the meanness. 50 years later I struck up a friendship with her. i had a profession. I was a mother. still, the dynamic of 50 years before was the same. colleen laughingly told me that she had lied about the sewingmachine. she had damaged it and pinned it I on me. she was the same. i had changed., when i saw that, more to the point, felt I would always be cast in the same role I never called her again. i never said a word. she became desperate. she called my mother. more than once. the more she did so the stronger became I. there is no bad guy here. I no longer needed or wanted to live that role. [/QUOTE]
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