December 2010
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My mom gives me a hard time and I gripe about it a lot, but I really do love her. I’ve grown to have a begrudging respect for her and her ways. That’s not to say my childhood wasn’t still traumatic and it shouldn’t have been that way, but here I am.
Over Thanksgiving, she asked me if she had the right to be happy, to go on living her life after my dad died, and I said,...
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This is so applicable, it’s scary (via Slate, http://www.slate.com/id/2275908/):
Dear Prudence, My problem is my 22-year-old brother, who’s been coddled into uselessness by our mother. First some background on me: I have a slight limp due to the after-effects of a childhood illness. My mother was very protective of me, keeping me out of gym classes and certain field trips because she...