I have decided to stop lying to myself that I disconnected emotionaly from Thing 2 while I still check her site to see if she's been here.
Checking to learn whether someone who wants us destroyed has been to our sanctuary is not lying to ourselves SWOT. It's mandatory that we believe in and protect ourselves, now. We were hurt in the first place because we did not have safe sanctuary. Whether your sister knows it or whether the real reason she stalks you is well hidden away ~ that is why she is stalking you here. Because it is working for you. How can you possibly take the risks that baring the broken parts entails ~ when you are not sure yourself what happened, when every confrontation with it brings those same horrible feelings of "What kind of person thinks like this about their own family." And when there may certainly be a predator out there who has fed on you, has used what she learned here to hurt you, before?
I don't know what I would do if I were in your situation. You are making yourself defiantly vulnerable in your determination to heal and she slinks in without having even the decency to let any of the rest of us know who she is or that she is here, preying on us, on our pain and confusion and hurt, too.
Well, read on, sister.
SWOT doesn't have to post a thing here. She can benefit simply by knowing we believe in her ~ and we do. And you can just go right being who you are. some anonymous stalker, stalking away. Like some ghoul, like some thing that preys on children in the night and slinks away, leaving a trail of innocent blood.
Just another predator, looking for some brokenness you had neither the courage nor the brain power to hold in compassion and heal. No. You dove into the wounds someone else had made like a freaking hyena, laughing and laughing.
You have no weapon but that stupid, hyena laughter.
Ahem.
I admire your true grit, SWOT.
I would never have been able to question myself, to risk looking so foolish and lost and ridiculous, had I been made aware that my FOO was stalking, looking for the freshly bloodied, vulnerable places so they could laugh their hyena laughing and hurt me again.
To the sister: I fart in your general direction.
Cedar