by Allie Cat » Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:41 pm
Honestly, I don't really like my mother. I probably don't even love her, although I'd have to think long and hard about that. Was I delighted to move away from her house? Yes! Have I ever missed her while away from her? Never. Did I wish as a child that my parents would get divorced so I could live with my dad (I was lucky - my father was a fabulous parent)? Emphatically, Yes! Every now and then, I feel pity for her and that is what probably keeps me involved with her. I also feel such an obligation to my deceased father because without him, I'd be a lost soul and he kind of "dumped" her on me in his final days. Every now and then when she forgets about "self" and gets genuinely amused by something, I say to myself, "She is actually fun right now!" That usually involves a glass of wine on her part. I am a total weenie, though. If I knew that I could cut the line and never have to deal with her again, I'd do it. However, that is not how it works and I'd loathe dealing with crying phones calls and pleading emails. Its all so freaking exhausting! I guess my best "revenge" is raising my daughters in the polar opposite manner and when I see any of her traits in myself, to fight them!
Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never - in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never, never, never, never give up. - Winston Churchill-