May 13, 2007
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Since second grade I have reserved my cursive for two things: signing checks and mother's day. I am twenty years old, and I definitely sucked at writing "Grandma" this year. This must be a new all- time low.
The cynic in me is wheedling away at my good sense, wanting to rant about the phenomenon of the Mother's Day tyrannical attitude yet again, but these things are so wearisome year after pathetic year. Rather, I would [not] like to note two episodes where my grandmother verbally raped my grandfather in front of me.
She did it in the middle of the Florian while tossing her stained napkin on the table. People were everywhere, and I was ashamed. She demanded my grandfather, a muscular welder up until last month, unbutton his coat because she did not want the crowd to see how much weight he had gained. I dare to call this man built, even at eighty-eight years of age. The assault lasted a few minutes, and when we left my face was red.
She did it in the car, all five of us packed into the Buick. She was so sneaky as she recounted in glorious detail how the met and came together. Somewhere at the end of the family lore to rival the Notebook, the story deviated into a rant attacking his husbandry. He just sat there as she complained he did nothing for her, never took care of her. The man, besides attending to his wife, also cares for the five widows in the neighborhood by cutting their grass and shoveling their drives.
I cannot go any further. I am just stirring the red in my throat to eventually spit it in someone's eyes.
I just wish things were not this way.
Comments (3)
Aww Dani I am so sorry that that had to happen you had see that.
I love you and am here for you. I've been through similar situations.
I love you so much and will be praying for you.
Hope to hang out soon =]
Sounds like my parents. A little more extreme, but not far off.
It's the worst when my mom forcibly reads her Bible study notes to him.
I know how you feel.
Sometimes it seems as people grow older they forget their faults. When I was younger I worked with the elderly and became the victim of many a "nice old lady". It seems all that social conditioning, how to act and how to not be disliked, it fades away along with all that social interaction. After all, there are less and less strangers to meet, job interviews to go on, first dates to be worried about... I suppose they just unlearn how to play nice. Often I've compared it to a child who gets in trouble because they sorely need attention. Maybe swapping anger for pity isn't the best way to deal with the situation, but it helps to keep you from exploding.
I really like your list, I aspire to a good number of those myself, and I can see a few that were on lists past. Definitely keep guitaring! That's one skill that pays off much higher dividends years down the road. The basement studio sounds great, and I regret every sunrise that slips by me. On behalf of college libertarians, we'd love to see your logo =)
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