THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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Always the same story. Too busy. Got things to do, places to be. All of them more important than being a mother. I wouldn't mind her non-maternal streak if it didn't only occur when she was otherwise occupied. Without really trying she really knows how to inflict the guilt and self-doubt that only a mother can. The "do you have a hairbrush", "aren't people ironing their jeans these days", "I thought we asked you for dinner" kind of thing. But she is my mother. And I remember the day she came and picked me up from school and took me out and bought me a pink suit. We had milkshakes and she told me she always thought of me whenever she saw a blonde girl with her hair in a bun. I liked that. I've tried everything I know not to be like her. She doesn't cook, I do. She hates the country, I live there. She doesn't drink, I do. She doesn't hug, I do. All so that one day, I won't have to tell my daughter I remember her by her hairstyle. So how's your Mum, Mom, Madre, Maternal Unit? |
My Nana died on Tuesday. We had the funeral yesterday. There were over 140 people there. I cried my eyes out. Then I got drunk with the family. We never really tell each other in this family how we feel. We don't hug much. Today Mum and I went shopping for a Mothers Day present for her. When I got in the car she handed me a card that her sister had written for her - it was about how we need to tell each other that we love each other more and how we need to hug. This is my May 13th (Mothers Day) resolution. |
I've hurt my mother tremendously. She's hurt me as well. There is healing to be done, but it seems well underway. I really hate these holidays, Mothers Day, Fathers Day etc etc. they just present something else to screw up. I don't like being cornered to call or mail an appreciation. I prefer it to be mine, initiated by me, and not a designated day. How trite does it seem to call you mom on mother day when everything is reminding you to just that. "Hi Mom, Im calling you because I couldnt HELP but not think of you, with all the talk of it being mothersday." My mom knows Im horrible about birthdays, anniversaries and holidays. Im not sure she knows exactly why. Someone I know is presenting more and more evidence of wanting to be a mother. The once subtle is not so subtle anymore. The cats asked me to pick up flowers for their mum. I did. |
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yesterday was no different than any other sunday J. |
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My mom wasn't ready to have me when she had me, and that created a LOT of stress growing up. Our relationship still suffers badly to this day. There's been Mother's Days when I haven't called her, haven't sent a card, haven't done a damn thing. I understand it Oswald. It's harsh, but sometimes having that anger is the best way we know how to react...some people have kids and don't really know what to do with them.. As I've gotten older, I've realized that nothing is ever going to change my mom's perspective..so it's either me changing or no relationship at all. As much anger as there is/was, I don't think I can bear knowing that someday this woman is going to die and not knowing I've done my damn best to have a relationship with her and love her. So, I'm learning forgiveness. I'm learning to let the things go that hurt and look to the things that don't hurt. We've lived in seperate states since I was twelve and yet, I make an effort to call her on a regular basis. (Once a week or so.) I'd never live anywhere near her (that's too much) but doing this slow..it's the best (I know this) that I can do. Yes, it hurts..yes, knowing that you aren't exactly liked by the person who carried you in her womb for nine months, it hurts like fuck...but at the same time, you can't change her..so you change yourself..and when the day comes that she's not around anymore..you know you've done your damn best, and you know, regardless of all the bullshit, that you love her. I love my mom. It's taken me years to be able to say that and mean it...and to know I mean it... but I do. And although there's still a shitload of things for me to work through, things that will be there for the rest of my life, that have shaped who I am.... sometimes... late at night.. or early in the morning even.. I miss her. I miss my mom. |
I was a pretty fucked up kid----I suffered from a low-level form of Autism and back in the day there was no middle ground....either you were autistic or you weren't. She knew something was wrong and she tried her damndest to take care of me....she tried to get me brought in for psychiatric testing....my Dad went and canceled the testing behind her back. He took the whole tack of "All that boy needs is Discipline." Like I said----if my Mom hadn't put her foot down....I probably wouldn't be here today. Consequently (or maybe not so) my relationship w/my Dad isn't what it should be....and it probably won't ever be, regardless of what he may wish....but me & my Mom will always have a special bond.... My sister out in North Carolina is begging me, right now, to come out there for the holidays...she says Mom & I are her "Soul Mates"----she wants very much to be able to hang out with us, drink coffee and talk 'til the wee hours... Be nice if it could happen...we'll see, I guess. |
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get your eyes checked, woman. |
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and i don't suck....my mom was tickled to death with her card and nail salon gift certificate..and called to tell me so last night. she doesn't need a phone call, card and flowers...just something. to knwo we thoughbt of her. i just think you should keep the holiday in persepctive and not get all nutty about it....i said it in conjunction with admitting i remembered my mom. i remembered my mom. i remembered my mom. both moms fuck i even got flowers for nico "from the Isabella and Karenin (cats)" and you are going to tell me i suck? and shit dave, like you have room to talk about sucking boy. sit down. |
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My mother didn't give a shit about me, either. She often told me that she should've aborted me when she had the chance. There was never any warmth between us. My mother's contempt for me was pretty much a matter of public record. She told me not to bother with Mother's Day gifts when I was a child because it would just remind her that I was her son and she'd rather not dwell on the fact any longer than she had to. |
I spent the day with my mom a week before mother's day. we stayed out in the sun then went to the gym together. she'd been asking me about ikea, so I brought her the catalog and told her she could choose anything and I would go get it for her. but instead we decided I'd pay for a night at a nice hotel she's going to in england this fall. and on sunday I called her and wished her a happy mother's day even though it's a manufactured holiday. because hallmark is no reason not to call your mom on mother's day. |
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we had breakfast on mother's day, and then went to where my grandmothers have been deposited. my mom scrubbed her mother's headstone. then we drove to point bonita, in the marin headlands, to look at the ocean where my dad's mother was scattered. i gave my mom a small painting i did, and a vase made by a local (to me) artist. it is from the same run of another vase i gave her a while back, when she finished my wardrobe for me. my dad had a bunch of giant white mums from their yard in the vase seconds after she figured out where she wanted it. my mom is an amazing woman. we had our share of typical problems through my adolesence, but all in all i don't believe i could have been raised in a more caring, loving family. she is one to worry, but she sucked it up again and again to make sure i had all the freedom that her trust in me dictated i deserved. she worried to the point where she wouldn't sleep until i came bumbling home, sometimes at dawn. how guilty i feel about that now. hmm. |
has been convinced that she is not the intelligent person that she actually is. she is not treated well enough. has never been treated well enough, not even by me. |
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last night she was telling me about how i believe people too much. "why mom, is it wrong?" i can see segments of dreams so close...but when the time comes will i be able to move on? i gave her a mum in a nice green "soup bowl" pot. |
none of you suck. i take it back. apologies all round. dave even got me a present this year and made me breakfast in bed. i think y'all got to him. good work. |
Pug, did/do you have Asperger's Syndrome? Have trouble interpreting social cues and such? |
this weather sucks. |
should not himself be trusted." -Lao Tzu |
-Confucious |
jesus christ, a man gets a little serious and what is the response? blah blah blah itchy ass blah blah stinky fingers. motherhell. |
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should not himself be respected." -Cato Miaow |
swirlie. felch. ASSSEX. anallovemuffin. asscracksandwich. landolumpylovemachines. ASSSEX. monkeyfuckermoneyfuckerfuckerfucker. ASSSEX. i'm not to tired to be a hero. AN ANAL HERO. ASSSEX. i'm not your mother. your mother never put a cock in your ass. ASSSEX. i'm not your father. i'm not your brother. i'm not your friend. ASSSEX. i serve one purpose. i was built from meat and machines. ASSSEX. i am the king. the king of your rectum. i plumb your final steps. ASSSEX. ASSSEX. ASSSEX. |
---Confucius |
But yeah----I've always had trouble interpreting social cues....I've had lots of friends who've said that Home Schooling is a suck deal because kids don't learn Social Skills....I tell them, whoopie shit. I went to Public Schools my entire life and I NEVER developed Social Skills. Whatever.....as a kid, that was just the tip of the iceberg for me. When you're hanging out on the sidewalk talking w/some kids and then you see this jet plane vapor trail in the sky and you respond by running for your house screaming in terror----well, y'know.....social graces are a long way off... |
UnfortuNATEly,I can't get this out of my mind. |
Pug, do or did you meet any of those criteria? My boss' son has it. When I met him, he seemed like a normal kid, except I noticed he didn't look at me when I talked to him (he looked at his dad, though) and he knew all the states and their capitols. He's 5. He also is obsessed with taking the CDs in his family's collection and writing down the track numbers and their lengths (in min:sec) in a notebook -- that's a good example of a fixation. |
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whatever. |
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i bet you say that to all the girls. also, "i'm a woman trapped in a man's body." that's really my favorite. |
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i don't really say that to anyone. i didn't realize it was a pickup line. |
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er. wait. i guess she doesn't exactly have to have a man's body. just be trapped in one. that's fucking nasty, spider. |
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seen one? shit, i want to *be* one of those girls. |
but what were we talking about? oh yeah. I started thinking today that i might go my whole life never having anyone wish me a happy mother's day. And that makes me DAMN smiley. My mom is the best. She always let me do whatever i wanted. Draw on my walls. Stay up till dawn with her all through childhood. She never disciplined me, she never had to. The thought of upsetting her or dissapointing her or bringing her any pain at all was enough to keep me well behaved my whole life. My mom is cool. She let our house become a haven for me and my sister's homeless friends when we were in highschool. My parents would bring them all out to dinner with us. Some of them still go back to our house if they need a warm meal or a hug from.....mom. My mom. And she loves them all. Mother's day caused me to ask: "mom, does it ever make you sad thinking that, in all likelyhood, you will never have grandchildren?" she said- "well, ever since you asked me how much it would cost to get a historectomy or your tubes tied... ..for your birthday.... ..when you were 9 years old.... ..i've gotten used to it." she says it's a shame, that i would be a wonderful mother. Of course i would, I learned from her |
my siblings have popped out enough kids to repopulate the south. of course, the folks think that i've just GOT to have one of my own. i can't even imagine it. i've never thought about the mother's day thing in relation to ME. i mean, like imagining some kid wishing me a happy mother's day. it's just absurd. |
I bet those kids would make some damn cool macaroni and sparkle-glue mother's day cards, too. damn you mom, i still want that birthday tubal. Maybe next year. |
i actually still think that but i don't have as much time these days to dwell on it. then i think about my daughter and sometimes i'm overcome with guilt. i love her more than everything but will that be enough to keep her from someday directing that question at me? will i have an appropriate answer? the worst day of my life will be the day she realizes that i'm not this sort of superhuman, uppercase DAD but, in fact, just a mediocre, visionless, plain text dad. oh, we were talking about moms. carry on. |
I'm assuming this was at least partially my problem as a kid----I need to read more, tho---- I haven't ruled out the possibility of ever becoming a father----I just can't see it happening right now----and I'm pushing 40.....hell. Maybe I'll be like Tony Randall and just pop out kids when I'm 70 (if my rock'n'roll lifestyle hasn't decimated my sperm count by then) (or decimated ME)(One can only hope)...right now I'm just way too selfish about my personal time & freedom....so it's not like I'm really conducive to parenthood.... |
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wtf? I was thinking of unleashing meat-eating, bible-thumpin, clean-cut, suit-wearing totalitarians on the earth. maybe we could arrange a playdate |
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I called my mom on Mother's day, but she wasn't home. She called me on my birthday though. My family is always a little akward with gifts. We have such divergent tastes from each other that it's hard to pick anything out. I think we're getting to the point that we don't need to give each other anything to reinforce how we feel about each other. Every now and again one of my parents mentions the grandkids thing. Part of me would be down with giving them that, but my social dysfunction with women would seem to preclude that ever happening. Maybe I could give them someone else's grandkids. |
I'd do it myself, but my threads always seem to die a young death and you're so bossy about whats what around here...i'll let you do it. |
Nah, on second thoughts...EAT MY BOSSY ASS. |
i was being quite serious, as my threads consistantly go nowhere...so I just cant take the rejection anymore. |
what is all this rejection crap? |
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I like assertive women.....I like it when their assertive pussies salivate over my meat..... |
shrimping? |
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