and yet even in its inadequacy, the whole thing served its purpose to calm my heart. i have this odd reaction when confrontation arrives. if i feel in the least bit wronged, the grief surrounding my mom’s death and the blaming and betrayal that followed comes right to the forefront of my psyche. i enter unbidden into instant mourning. and something had happened at work, something i worked hard to address and not hide, yet i could not get a reign on my feelings and came home in the proverbial fetal position with that line demanding attention inside my head.