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Does Anyone Follow That Old Adage?

You know, the one that says "If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all"? I have almost daily fights on this one. Going to my parents' place always induces anxiety attacks, crying jags and periods of irrationality. Those are all from me. The children are still young enough where most of what they experience just goes over their heads. They don't get it.

I imagine when they are teenagers, they'll start having memories and the questions will come. Why is your family crazy Mama? Why did you put up with that behavior? Why would you let someone make you feel that way? Why would you let someone talk to us like we're stupid?

I should start saving for therapy. Do they offer group discounts?

When I was a teenager, my dad would tell me that he loved me (and always would) but there were times he did not like me. At all. I used to get hurt by that but now I get it. I love my parents. I do. I just don't like my mom.

Wow. Now if I could just hit publish and not go back to delete that sentence, things will be ok in the world.

I made the rule of not talking bad about my family and I'm finding it's getting more difficult as time goes by. Bah. What a long, drawn out, useless post.

You're welcome.

Comments

Sarah O said…
YOU know you are better than that, and will never treat your own that way. YOU are a great person. Never forget that!
Very Mary said…
You know what? You can love them without liking them. And you can be grateful that she helped to bring you into the world, and that's enough. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
Anonymous said…
i'm sorry your mom is a whack-job. you know you always have mine to fall back on :)

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