Happy Mother’s Day!
Mom and I don’t see eye to eye on a number of things, and I decided- on a mothers day, when all this came about- that the best I could do was to stay away, and I have. I miss Mom and love her and pray for her constantly, but we can’t be together. I desperately wish that were not so, but it is. So the Ogwife and Daughter visit with her today, and I stay out of it. Enjoy your moms today.
Wow, that sucks. And it may even be wise. So I pray for you that the Lord will understand.
I appreciate it, and I need all the help I can get.
I had the same sort of problem with my mom. She’s gone now, but it still hurts sometimes. My Mother in law took the place she should have had. She’s gone now too, and I miss her every day. I loved her very much.
Well, you made my day seem not so bad.
I invited my mom to my Church today. It was a big deal to me she accepted since she’s far more introverted than I am.
She pulled up as we were unloading food for dinner on the grounds after service (we Baptists like our food) and my 9 year old ran toward her moving car. I yelled stop twice to no avail and then flashed to full-on purple faced rage so bad she fussed at me about it as she got out (she’s very passive and doesn’t fuss much)
I was immediately embarrassed because my dad (dead since ’99) was prone to such severe anger. It was one of the reasons he and I couldn’t spend more than about an hour together from the time I was 16 until he was gone. I know it pained her to see me repeating the pattern and put a damper on the rest of my day.
My mother is the reason I chose to never marry. I don’t know how my father endured it, but he was a saint with the patience of Job. This video of my mother’s personality twin pretty much shows every car trip, most dinners, and trips through stores.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaNNVazyjLQ
If that was my daily grind, which it was growing up, any wife wouldn’t last a week. My father came home from the mill cherry faced from the heat to a bullhorn in his face. I come home to peaceful quiet. The nicest thing my mother did was die before my father, for she used to always gin up his anger at me for being horrible, but once she was gone and no longer insisting I was destroying her (she had her siblings thinking he was the 666 beast because there was nothing she liked more than pitting people against each other), he and I were able to finally develop a close father/son bond. He even said a year after her death at one of our Sunday dinners out, “You’re nowhere near as bad as your mother always said you were.” The goodwill of seeing him come around overrode the desire to throw the dinner roll at him for taking her word over his actual experience. Him I miss still as much as the day he died, her loss was actually a great weight lifted off of me. Strange, since she insisted that when I finally caused her death by giving her her heart attack, that I would regret it every day.
MTS, I know the type all too well. I hope you have a long life with a lot of peace and quiet.
Sorry to hear that Og. That sucks.
Sometimes I just don’t get it.
I’m still trying, though I have no hopes or expectations anymore. I called her on Mother’s Day… even though she didn’t bother to call or send a card or anything for my b-day in April, or even for my daughter’s in Feb.
It’s all my fault, of course, I’m sure.
But whatever.
Freddie