The therapist recommended that I get closer to my father and wean myself off my mother. I understood the message. Elena couldn’t make me feel guilty now.
I had the intelligence to realize that if you tell a narcissistic woman that she is the cause of one’s miseries her trust on Freud would fly away. She didn’t find it amusing what Dr Castro was insinuating. “If you don’t like it,” she said, “you don’t have to go anymore.”
There were no more sessions.