With a big, deep breath I put the letter in the mailbox. Huge sigh. We’re through. I’m firing one of my daughter’s therapists.
Breaking up has always been terrifying for me. Once, when I was very young, I stayed in a relationship for over three years when I had been over him at one. The thought of hurting his feelings...of confrontation... was more scary to me than remaining in a relationship that was suffocating.
But I’m a big girl now. I’ve had therapy. I’ve read and read and then read some more. I’ve had martial arts training. I even helped teach a full contact self defense class. While I’m confident I could diffuse most attacks before they start with a loud mama lion roar, I’ve the capability of physically knocking out an assailant with a swift axe kick to the head.. Grrrrr.....Don’t mess.
I knew I was going to write the letter today. I did my morning meditation to prepare. The message I came away with was "tell the truth." The words came out. I expressed myself clearly. I stood up for myself and my daughter. I’m ending a relationship that isn’t good for us.
Axe! Axe! Axe! ROAR!!!!!!!!!