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Lisa's avatar

I echo everything Marina said. I was getting teary reading your words, they nailed so much of how I felt growing up AND definitely how I felt when Oscar passed and I also didn't take those early days to "lose it".

I felt sad that while you are always here for all of us, that is keeping you from being available to heal and feel supported by all of us.

I too would rather be helpful and behind the scenes in a retreat setting, even as an attendee I would want to help, be trying to anticipate what someone or the group may want or need.

I struggled when my boys were little with imaginative play with them, well honestly playing with them was hard. I felt I should be doing something like cleaning, straightening, being an efficient housewife while they were occupied. Something I regret to this day.

I broke rules as a kid/teenager/young adult, learned some lessons the very hard way. But I always aware of maintaining an upstanding image to the outside world.

Thank you for making me think hard about your words.

XO

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Breaking societal rules requires a lot of practise - and sometimes life doesn't give you enough time for it.

I can really relate to the controlled idea of living your life, being the good girl (my interpretation of your message). As always you word so eloquently a complexed world in a way that makes sense.

I was brought up pretty much like this, always considering others opinions and experiences, holding back my own, shuffling the bad under the carpet. And yet, strangely enough, I was expected to deal with most things on my own.

So yes, I walked out into the world as young woman in the 80's with everything planned and boxed in.

I quickly realised that being young during that decade opened up opportunities to break societal rules and expectation in so many different ways. And I could still do it pretty secretely, long before the digital platforms that really no longer hide anything.

But despite a lot of broken rules and wild years, the good girl in me was always taking over.

When D died, I did at first what everyone was expecting of me. Keeping my shit together and expressing gratitude for the promises of support that very quickly faded out. When I started speaking the truth of what life as a widow really meant for me, I broke lots of societal rules.

Too many for some!

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