Oh yes, my mom was queen of the look. That’s all it took, and I knew I had been out of line.
Can’t imagine what it would’ve been like to be grounded. Not sure it really plays into my adult life. My mom worked - sometimes multiple jobs, so she wasn’t necessarily home to enforce grounding. I knew when I did something wrong, and then I tried to make up for it by learning a lesson.
And as they say - absence makes the heart grow fonder!
This is a tough one. All relationships change over time. If it’s a relationship you hope to continue, I would take a little pause on frequent communications. This could help allow for more regular life things which would be fodder for new conversations.
Just sleep. That’s the only thing that worked for me.
Honestly it really was!
Truth. So disheartening. These big, terrifying moments have a tendency to spiral me… To combat that, I have to zoom in on good, little things in my day to day. Things that can remind me it’s not all a disaster.
Close enough to be pissed feel betrayed, absolutely. The physical act doesn’t necessarily matter.