August

Never mind. Can't be bothered to copy my notes.
What it comes down to is this: every trigger in the book of my life.
The Universe sent me the perfect neighbor/boyfriend/trigger.
All my 'weaknesses' or bruises or sensitivities, or whatever you want to call them, nothing goes untouched, it's all rushing to the surface, sometimes one comment gets the job done.
Most days I'm just recuperating from all this. Not getting a lot done, but then it's not about that, is it.
I tend to forget because M2 is not into these things, to say it mildly. In the meantime, I trust that the process is working itself out and I have been sent the perfect accommodator.

My mother came to stay for a few days, she left yesterday. It went well. I am exhausted, but we didn't argue or fight. Too tired to say more. Maybe later.