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It doesn't matter how old I am, how centered I am or how positive my frame of mind is, somehow out of nowhere, WHAM. My mother calls, says one little thing innocently and I hear a child's voice rebelling. My inside voice screaming "I know what I'm doing!" Why, after all these years, can someone who loves me cause me such anguish. No wonder there are self-help books galore exploring this topic and presumably offering useful advice. I have chosen to stay clear of them despite my addiction to that genre. I don't have a problem. Oh but I do. First step, acknowledge.