Bubblegum31
Well-Known Member
You are a brave man and I enjoyed reading about how your mother is a good person..My father was a miserable man, and he abused all of us including my mom. He was really great at abuse both physical and mental, and seemed to take great pleasure in it. He did get up every day to work shit jobs to provide a meager living, we were very poor. He was apparently very intelligent and was an accomplished artist, but he never shared any of that with us. He had many friends, and treated most people outside of his family very well. He died long ago. He fucked us up but good, us kids always joke that it is a wonder that we're not all in jail. My mother was an amazing woman, and taught science at a local college. She had many artistic talents, as well, and made money with them on the side. She was super sweet, everyone touted her as an angel and martyr, but most of that was to hide her weakness and insecurities. Even though we were poor, she'd take us everywhere and found many opportunities for us in music, sports, and academics. The city had money back then, and offered many great programs for poor, inner-city kids. We took advantage of most of them. She was VERY intelligent and creative with endless time and effort for her children. She was my best friend, our rapport was as peers and friends after I hit 11 or so. My siblings didn't honor her like I did in her later years, I made sure that we had a standing date every Wednesday to go downtown to a great concert series, then I'd treat her to nice places to eat. We'd talk for hours about science, philosophy, theology, fine arts and human nature. We'd often be the last people in the restaurant. No one had a mind and heart like hers, and I miss her very much. No regrets, though, and nothing left unsaid, as I made sure to treat her like each day was our last. She developed Alzheimer's and declined quickly, and after taking care of her for several arduous years, she is finally in a nice, local home. I went to play violin for her there recently for her birthday, and she did not recognize me for the first time. I held it together for the visit, but I cried my ass off when I got home. She doesn't really know her own life anymore, it's very strange to watch such a vibrant person fade away before your eyes and to grieve for them while they're still alive. But, we honor who they were. Thanks for everything, mom...
I hope all the best for her and that she becomes better.