For Rachel Resnick, the extreme thrill of a new relationship, the inevitable conflict, and the devastating breakup all triggered feelings she first experienced in childhood. The waves of emotion mimicking archetypal moments like The Day Daddy Walked Out or The Nights Mommy Slept With Strange Men.
A child of emotional and physical neglect turned into an adult who looked for love and affirmation in the arms of extremely good-looking, abusive, control freaks. The problem was that she got what she was seeking, a replay of the past.
Resnick's book exposes her compelling train-wreck of a life in vivid, lurid colors. And I wish I didn't identify so much with her, but I do.