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second husband, who, thankfully, was of a completely different
mold . I can physically feel it all again as I write about it. It9s been
many years since I9ve talked about or thought about my ex-husband,
and I haven9t felt like it9s been a part of my life at all. I was convinced
it was a closed chapter, right up until the episode at the Royal Arena.
Dear Lone, it9s a bit of a mouthful, and I9m not quite sure what I need,
but I feel like it9s limiting my life. I9d like to be in a close, loving
relationship again, but I keep people at arm9s length. I find faults to
keep them from getting too close. It9s exhausting. I9ve learned to take
care of myself, so I don9t have to deal with it. I get along with my
friends. They know me and my story and let me have it. They don9t try
to fix me. So that9s a little bit about me. There9s more, of course, but
those are the main points.
Warmest regards,
Hanne
The Resonance Flows
I read the letter about the two episodes several times. The resonance flowed
through me in different directions. Thoughts of being on a trip with our
grandchildren and nieces. The desire to give and be with them to share great
experiences. Seeing their joy, feeling their excitement, knowing they9ve been
looking forward to it, we9ve been looking forward to it together, and we know it
will be memorable. And then imagine& if an unforeseen and perhaps lifechanging event suddenly arose, pulling the rug out from under us. From under
them—the children. And happiness would turn into tragedy. What would that
mean for my understanding of myself—if I were the adult with children who
became unhappy?
I could feel that I needed to stay focused and direct my attention toward Hanne
and her sense of self.
Writing Letters as Therapy
Journal of Contemporary Narrative Therapy, October 2026 Special Release, p. 92-112
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