So…every memory my mother has of me has a connection with something horrible. ‘Do you know what happened 40 years ago today? You made your first Communion. I can remember the date because two days later your cousin was killed’. Or, ‘I couldn’t make it to my grandmother’s funeral because I was in Hawaii, pregnant with you, and throwing up several times a day’. (And who can forget the Easter card I posted about awhile back.)
And then there’s my daughter…she has me blocked on FB because ‘I commented on every post’. Honestly, I didn’t even know she had blocked me. She doesn’t post that often, and I don’t go tracking her down. She also wants me to ‘like’ her boyfriend…but I don’t even know him. She’s met him at college, and I’ve met him once for about 10 minutes. I told her I have to know more about him before I can like or dislike him.
Apparently, that’s the wrong thing to say to an 18-year old.
So, she’s pissed at me (even though I’m very proud of the 3.96 GPA she earned in her first year of college). My mom’s oblivious to the connections she makes of me.
I’m feeling sort of unloved.
Maybe a glass of plum wine will help.