Dear RG~
One of the reasons I've been rabbiting on (if you will pardon the expression) about pets is that I firmly believe some things are not meant to be 'dealt with'. They can be too large, too toxic, too full of greif or too threatening for anyone to cope with.
As a personal example I was formally dis-inherited by my parents when I decided to get married. This was an enormous emotional wrench and could well have taken me down the path of self-blame, doubt and unhappiness, mainly because the love I had always assumed was buried there somewhere with my parents in fact did not exist.
I thought of it as little as possible, occupying myself with my new wife, and a while later with our baby, plus a new occupation. When a parent is toxic not only are the false barbs they throw hurtful, but their demonstrating their lack of love is more so.
So instead surround yourself with love, you partner, your pets, friends. The mind that produced that letter is not the mother you knew and still love, it is a twisted soul in the same body. Distraction, pity and distance are the answer.
So tell me the significance of that last Czech phrase
Croix
