Resolved.

[firecat]

The meeting seems to have gone well. I waited in the garden outside while they talked. A long-haired cream-colored cat that reminded me of my kitty Booboo joined me and sat on the bench getting pets from me and listening to birds. The cat's name, on a collar tag, was Tikkun.

When I returned to the waiting room toward the end of the session, I heard laughing several times. They hugged when we left.

They seems happy with how the meeting went. They said they hadn't decided what sort of relationship they were going to have, but I was no longer to be an information conduit between them. Apparently they both ended up with wrong information about each other's wants. I am not at all surprised about that, and not being in the middle suits me just fine.

It's going to take me a while to process all this, but I'm getting an inkling of just how much it has been bugging me on a not entirely accessible level for a very long time now. I am hoping that I will feel lighter and relieved of a burden. I have been in a pretty dour state of mind.

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Re: kitty in the middle

[firecat]

I don't mind doing that if the goal is limited, like telling the parties that yes, the other party does want to talk to them, and if they contacted the other party to set up a lunch the other party wouldn't spit in their face.

I do mind doing it for more complex situations. But refusing has not seemed to be an option. I'm glad that in this particular case we're all in agreement not to do it any more.