Part 1: Parsing Emotional Boundaries One You’re at home, fast asleep, and it’s 2:35am. A window shatters in another bedroom and a pair of feet thud against creaky hardwood. You bolt upright, panicked. Your mind darts to the jewelry box on your nightstand and Oreo, your new teacup kitten. Everything you love is in this house. Your breath catches in your throat as you weigh your options. In the other room, the intruder trips over a rug’s curled corner and tumbles to the floor in their haste, cracking their head against a dresser’s sharp corner. You rush in, bedside lamp held above your head, and find them lying still on the dark floor.
Anger and Boundaries with Those We Love
Anger and Boundaries with Those We Love
Anger and Boundaries with Those We Love
Part 1: Parsing Emotional Boundaries One You’re at home, fast asleep, and it’s 2:35am. A window shatters in another bedroom and a pair of feet thud against creaky hardwood. You bolt upright, panicked. Your mind darts to the jewelry box on your nightstand and Oreo, your new teacup kitten. Everything you love is in this house. Your breath catches in your throat as you weigh your options. In the other room, the intruder trips over a rug’s curled corner and tumbles to the floor in their haste, cracking their head against a dresser’s sharp corner. You rush in, bedside lamp held above your head, and find them lying still on the dark floor.