I met with my mother last night after months of unflinching detachment.  It went...almost too well.  Both her and my father seemed very eager to make amends and I just hope they are sincere in their actions.  All my life they seemed to gaslight me and sweep things under the rug just to artificially bring ephemeral peace until they explode yet again and repeat the process all over.  It could have something to do with why I never seem to accept when things are going well, but instead assume the worst is yet to come just around the corner.

Well I'll hopefully have some positive progress in this particular matter.  I have far more happy entries to catch up on in the meantime!

Best wishes to all.