Oh, the traumas we carry around and the masks we wear to survive. This is a great example of how we live inside these stories, so deeply embedded. The pain we have, we spread about. Unknowingly and innocently even. Thanks for this. I could have been a better lover, too, perhap. But I never felt safe enough to want to try. My confusion around that is dissipating now, but it haunted 25 plus years of a marriage.