Ann (not her real name) wanted a baby but couldn’t get pregnant.
She thought of the color GRAY, a classic mother/mothering trauma.
Ann’s RIGHT leg reacted when she mentioned her sister.
Her sister had a baby and Ann didn’t want to be left behind.
Pursuing her inability to get pregnant, her LEFT leg also reacted.
Ann’s husband was pressuring her to have a baby.
He had rushed her into marriage by aggressively courting her.
Ann was a chiropractor, and he actually rented a billboard across the street from her office, proclaiming …
“Ann, will you please marry me?”
She asked my friend Sarita what she should do.
“Say you’ll marry him if he buys you a house,” was her answer.
Ann asked, he bought the house, and they married.
Ann’s Hollywood office was mostly GRAY, a birth control color.
“I bet you even have a gray car,” I joked.
“No, it’s blue.”
BLUE is a color of rejection, sometimes as far as the ultimate rejection — abortion.
Ann’s car turned out to be blue-gray with a gray interior.
Ann reconsidered her pregnancy.
She was divorced shortly thereafter.