StallHouse

Reparenting my parents wasn’t the life I saw for myself growing up. But…my grandmother’s daughter has a (diagnosed) bipolar maternal figure….soooo. We had to have another reparenting session last week. Because she had an issue with my niece playing in her makeup. She chose to delay her frustration, until my niece inevitably got some on her dress though. Then, everything went left. I was triggered by childhood memories of my own inability to locate her logic…when she played house with the pin cushions she birthed. So I patronized her while pointing out how her inability to set boundaries…forces her to find other reasons to express anger…when someone crosses the boundary…that she never set. Just like how her mom used to do her.