Without looking up, she said: “I don’t know how to let people love me. It feels like losing.”
To understand the result, we must define the input. Over the last month, the subject (the adult child) likely engaged in: After a month of showering my mother with love ...
By week three, she got angry at me. Not mildly annoyed—truly, tearfully angry. We were driving to get ice cream (something we had never done together in my adult life) and she snapped: “Why are you doing all this? Are you sick? Is someone dying? Just tell me.” Without looking up, she said: “I don’t know