One of the vulgarizations of psychoanalysis holds that men fall in love with women who are like their mothers. I fell in love with a woman who's like my father. So that I received from her over many years the same nonstop spew of malignant put-downs that I'd avoided from him.
Enough! I will no longer agree from misguided loyalty to be held back, by her or by anyone.
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