A review by colleengeedrumm
She Matters: A Life in Friendships by Susanna Sonnenberg

3.0

The arsenic hour = not yet dinnertime, the house filled with doom and shrieks.

Stella Artois mixed with lemonade

Don't confuse your men.
I didn't want to be told that unconscious anxiety dictated my choices.

Anguish and real rejection, Bert and I found, fed intimacy far better than worship had.

Just let her be what she needs to be, I thought, a discipline I was trying to practice with everyone, and with myself.

Yes, our history, I'd thought, our knowing through all those years, knowing everything that happened, and with whom, and which challenges changed us. That's not a small thing.

Safety sensitive = introvert

To Christopher I pretended the episode was over, the sour memory the only remains, but I still felt the muscular truth, the places in my body that had held, had fought, had released. I always felt them.

She loved to see "the beautiful, drenched place that you are in, in bed and at the desk, which as we know are inseparable." As we know.

The comfort of not being comforted.