|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|When I hear friends talk about their family members, aunts, uncles, grandparents - It's hard for me to relate. I mean, I have or have had, all those components, but I really don't have any feelings about them. Grandparents are gone, uncles are gone, cousins too probably, but I never feel anything about them when they die. And when my friends grieve over an aunt or a grandparent, I don't know what that is.
I've had friends pass, and I get very sad about it. I still feel pain over my friend Marilyn who died last year. I know what that is. And the very idea of losing my child sends me into blackness.
So, maybe it's the way my family was, and the way I was raised to think of them. It makes really good sense to me if I put it into the context of how we are with each other now, and how totally weird my mom is. Maybe she didn't all of a sudden get that way. Maybe she was always a psycho, and I just never noticed it until recently.
It is interesting, that when I was growing up, I was always told that my dad was the problem parent (and believe me, he had problems...), but, the therapists I have seen, ALL want to talk about my mom. I used to think they were focusing on the wrong one. Hmmmmm...
I'll think about it tomorrow, back at Tara.
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|