"Ronny, would you be willing to consider that you're just more sentimental than she is?" the kind therapist asked.
That comic book light bulb lit up over my head and, for just a minute, the whole world made sense.
Lady, I'm more sentimental than everybody!
I didn't tell her that, of course. For one thing, I didn't need to. It's nothing to brag about.
I come to it honestly. My mom never got over anything. She grieved for pets that she had as a kid as an old lady.
It's only a problem, I suppose, if you try to fit the world into your mold. By the time that I understood it, it was too late to change it. My attempts to change the rest of the world had never worked out, either.