I entered my teen years, that period of time for identity formation according to Psychosocial Developmental Theory, with nothing to call “my self.” Or so I thought. My freshman year in high school at an all-boys Catholic High School was awful. I sat alone in the cafeteria most lunch ...
“My God! Who are you? And I thought . . . ” thus revealing that she too has alover, who she thought was the man she had told to dive under the bed.34IvanAndreevich is left to face the angry husband, who first takes him for a thief.After Ivan Andreevich dissolves into humiliati...