Authority Oppositional Disorder
It's perfectly all right. Relax. Just go
ahead and ask yourself how many times
does it take? Well, to transition from an
unfortunate but understandable event
resulting from irreconcilable values, opinions
priorities. It happens, it happens to the best of
them. Your mother instinctively thinks of you
her child, as among the best of them. And she
mourns time and again when you become
emotionally drained by circumstances
beyond your control. Look, once it's a
misfortune, twice even worse, but once
it becomes habitual as it were, it transcends
mere incompatibility. Those intimate liaisons
years in the making and in the living
together, all falling by the wayside of
rejection. It's about even, the times she
rejected him and vice versa. They were
always very nice young men until they
became, mysteriously, tyrants. And each
time they became older with baggage of
their own to bring along just as your
daughter grew older with each of those
dedicated last-time romances that a few
years of togetherness aged so badly. Think
it's time to relieve yourself of your conclusion
and ask her if she might consider that on
occasion those countless breaks in relations
might be linked to her own dysfunctional
inability to surrender to the occasional
give-and-take? To loosen the power struggle?
Do that, my dear to prove her point that
you represent the original tyrant to her
inherited oppositional personality disorder.
Monday, August 14, 2017
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