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Originally posted by mightydreamer Mothers, pheeeeeeeeeeew I wouldn't know where to begin, besides I dunno how to bitch |
easy
some women should not be allowed to breed, or at the very least need a permit with a few years of schooling under their belly chain before they are set free to procreate.
in short.....to sum it up for myself and my husband.
Mothers=EVIL
(to put it very mildly)
We fondly*cough* call my female parental unit (something I referr to her in real life to her face by constantly) Satan
(no offense to Lucifer meant).
I try to placate mine till I can get away*shurgs* I just pity her and treat her like the-narc-addicted-way-to-wealthy-for-her-own-sanity-still-with-the-responsiblity attitude-of-a-15-year-old-withered-old-hag she is.
Happy part is she knows I say all of this. Such love we have towards each other. She commonly admits to "hating my ever loving guts with a white hot passion." But I am her child and she has a duty and social obligation to uphold. Man I hate to have seen what she would have done without such a moral fiber! And I spare nothing with anyone on how I hate her and pity her. She wishes she had some other child and I wish I had a far different mother. Mutal loathing is a good thing. Least I don't have to pretend...much. Though quelling my murderous feelings upon the very sight of her takes a feat of super human and zen like skill, I figure jail is bad and I look horrid in Florida State prison orange.
I am a wee bit pragmatic and obviously my "family" and "mother daughter" relationship is odd, so I don't recommend handling a typical mother the way I deal with mine.
Least I grew out of the violence phase with her.....*giggle*
As mother for mother's deserving respect...let them earn it when their children are young and vunerable. Abusing a child does nothing to endear the parent to the child. If my mother died tomorrow I would weep for the mother I did not have and the woman I know who cannot/will find be able to find peace even in death. Then I would take over her house which would then be mine, take my trust fund, go on vacation etc.. and sell everything of hers I wanted to on ebay or to the VietNam wall organization or some other private collector.
She knows all of this too.
To quote Oscar Wilde
"Children begin by loving their parents. After awhile they judge them. Rarely if ever do they forgive them."
Call me callous, then ask me if I give a damn.