It was a stunning confession.
And probably not completely accurate.
Yes, she had distanced herself through
work and stretching her affection. But
the monster was a mightier intruder.
Please be careful.
I’m worried that
you’ve made some
bad choices. Don’t
let them go from
bad to worse.
Half of Me
&n
bsp; wanted to whine.
Wanted to rage.
Wanted to get right up
into her face and shout,
“What about your bad choices, Mom?
Have you ever once stopped to consider
how they not only created me,
but helped mold me
into the not-so-fine,
not-so-upstanding,
old-beyond-her-years,
not-exactly-a-lady
standing in front of you?”
The other half
told me to shut up,
told me to smile,
told me to find a hint