It's amazing how therapeutic talking to another mother is.
Specially one who feels as compromised as you in life.
After a point in time, though, one begins to realise that no one's really listening.
Everyone's got problems of their own.
And even if she's your best friend, there's a threshold to being a sounding board.
Our little worlds are getting so intense and chaotic wthin their bubble that poking your finger in them to reach out to the outside world only stretches the bubble -- never bursts it. Damn!
But talk you must. Vent you must. To retain that little bit of sanity, if it still exists at the end of a tiring day.
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