Chapter 17 - MY MOTHER APOLOGIZES

My mother’s apology took a year.
The first attempts were bad.
“I’m sorry you were scared.”
No.
“I’m sorry things went too far.”
No.
Then therapy worked.
Eventually she wrote:
I locked you in the pantry because I believed being afraid would make you obey me. That was wrong.
Specific.
Then:
I heard you ask for Daddy and did not open the door.
Specific.
Then:
Grandpa told me to continue, but I chose to listen to him instead of protecting you.
There.
Responsibility.
My daughter was six.
We read the letter with Dr. Hayes.
She asked:
“Do I have to see Grandma?”
“No.”
“Can I later?”
May you like
“Yes.”
Choice.