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Sometimes, we need a random person to show us a fresh perspective on old abscesses and issues.
As I sat in the cab, I browsed through the posts and messages of my online therapy group. Amanda and Tanya were unusually quiet. How violated they must feel, sharing their vulnerabilities, knowing their perpetrator was still reading everything and they could do nothing about it. Or had they made the choice not to act on it? I was familiar with that stance.
There was an email from Jay. Oh no, there were multiple. He had replied to his own emails where he sounded like a broken record.
“Sorry if you thought I was a jerk.” That was the first email.
“Here is the thing: I’ll just say it. I am not at my best these days.”
“Maybe you are sick of this whiny friend and don’t want to be friends
