Atomic Bombshell


Freezing Over

January 16th, 2006

Crystal Clear

Life sure is a kick in the pants, ain’t it?

Today, the woman who for all my formative years made misery and suffering seem like a part of normal, everyday life, admonished me about my penchant for enduring unnecessary pain. The person who took a giant dump on all of my dreams also found fit to tell me that I have a responsibility to achieve all the desires of my heart.

Yes, and this very same lunatic, who did little else than berate me every single day for at least eighty five thousand, four hundred and ten days of my life, also told me that she believes I am a vibrant, loving person, who has a whole lot to offer the world… And that I should get on it!

You know what else? She looked good doing it, too.

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14 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Deb  |  January 16th, 2006 at 11:47 pm

    Grrrr. Mothers. I got a condecending email from mine the other day. I’m sorry; I know you didn’t let her get to you (too much) since you can clearly see she’s being a loon. Right?

  • 2. The Bombshell  |  January 16th, 2006 at 11:48 pm

    What’s totally freaking me out is that she was being… Awesome.
    (Misunderstanding is my fault; twas a deliberately vague post)

  • 3. Andrew QH  |  January 17th, 2006 at 1:14 am

    Hmm… The comment answered the questions I was going to ask via comment!

  • 4. Gussy  |  January 17th, 2006 at 1:56 am

    My mum rung me (especially), up the other night to tell me about a Victoria Secret Show on TV ( I don’t think she realises it is softcore porn). So they aren’t always bad. Just take the positive from what she said, and dismiss the crap. :grin:

  • 5. The Bombshell  |  January 17th, 2006 at 7:47 am

    I must be the only one not seeing any crap in there.

  • 6. soapbox.SUPERSTAR  |  January 17th, 2006 at 8:48 am

    Are you happy about this? or cautious?

  • 7. The Bombshell  |  January 17th, 2006 at 9:53 am

    Both… :neutral:

  • 8. Lisa  |  January 17th, 2006 at 10:17 am

    Caution… caution is key. But I’m glad to see that your relationship with your mother might possibly be heading in a new direction.

  • 9. The Bombshell  |  January 17th, 2006 at 10:28 am

    Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I have hopes of developing a closer bond with the madre… As our interactions go, this was a good one, but I don’t plan to make them more frequent.

  • 10. 'Chele  |  January 17th, 2006 at 4:18 pm

    As mine tries to do the same to me, I ask if she has taken her meds… That always seems to end the conversation.

  • 11. The Bombshell  |  January 17th, 2006 at 4:26 pm

    Oh man… I only wish mine took meds!

  • 12. Courtney  |  January 17th, 2006 at 9:38 pm

    Families are funny that way. They can say one thing for years and then turn around and flop on ya. It catches you off-guard, doesn’t it?

  • 13. Neb  |  January 18th, 2006 at 3:33 pm

    Yaaay! Run with it, enjoy it, dine out on it…but just remember that tomorrow she could take another big dump on you. I know that sounds negative, but this was pretty much my sister’s MO for many, many years. When she was civil, fun, and cool, I really enjoyed her and ate it up. I finally learned that she was a ticking bomb that could go off at any moment, and to just roll with that and not be surprised. I learned to be pleasant and civil, but to keep that guard up. She has grown and changed, for the better, and so have I. I’m still cautious and I know some topics are off-limits, but we actually have a functional relationship now that I know the limits. Does any of that make sense at all? :smile:

  • 14. Tish  |  January 29th, 2006 at 10:18 am

    WOW! Great post, sugar. Motherhood has got to be God’s top five jokes on humanity - We strive to improve our daughters’ situation BUT at the same time the female battle for control/supremacy continues. Mothers see it as constructive criticism but daughters see it as a vicious attack on their self worth, only with a twisted compliment at the end.

    How do you win? Hmm. Extra hugs to the next generation, more laughter with them, and at that moment when your Mom rips you apart, hold a stress squeezy ball very tightly.

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