Tag: Attachment Patterns
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The Keeper
Detachment did not arrive all at once. It came in pauses.In moments where her hand no longer reached for the phone, then hovered, then rested.In the absence of urgency rather than the presence of certainty. She noticed she no longer needed to check.Not because she was free.But because the need had softened. There was a…
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Containment.
They both brought boxes. Hers was open. Not overflowing.Not chaotic.Just open enough to show there was something inside. You could see it had been tended to.Sorted.Considered. When something landed between them, she didn’t throw it back. She placed it in the box. “Let me sit with that for a second,” she would say, steady. Her…
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