You know that feeling when you're caught between a past you can't change and a present that demands everything? My daughter, she's in her THIRTIES now, with little ones always needing her, but her mother, my age, calls me up, and I can hear the silence, the utter ISOLATION through the phone line. I don't know if this counts, but sometimes I think maybe her avoidant attachment style — always so dismissive — has just... cemented. And here my daughter is, trying to manage it all, and I just… I watch it repeat itself, you know? It's like a genetic predisposition for loneliness, just playing out again.