Tuesday Tales - It's a Whiteout...Maybe
“I wasn’t always a slutty alcoholic, right?”
“Those things, they…they weren’t your fault.
Besides, those do not make who you are,
just some choices you made.
Negativity or positivity isn’t intrinsic, neither defines us.”
Who the hell made mother some
existentialist? “Mamma, I made choices. I can’t blame an evil twin.”
“You didn’t do bad things on purpose.”
“Stop making excuses for me. I’m trying to
work the steps. I can’t do it with blinders on. I accept responsibility.”
“No!”
“You don’t know how much this hurts if you
don’t accept my amends, accept my sins. I need this from you.”
Laverne gripped her purse tightly in her lap,
as if it was a life preserver. “Can we talk?”
“It’s what we’re doing.”
“I failed you. I failed you in the worst way,
but, I took care of it.”
“I forgive you about all the puzzles, dissing
my business, and meddling in my life.”
“Speaking of puzzles…” Mom pulled a tray up
off the floor. It looked like something she’d use for breakfast in bed. “Look
what I’ve been working on for you. I know how much you love snow.”
“Wow, Mom, I can't believe this image is only
a puzzle. This looks like somewhere we should move. I want to get away, go somewhere I don’t know
anyone. I’m starting to resent my life, shit, I’ve resented it since I can
remember.” The hissing fissure deep inside holding me together started to
quake. I wanted to blow up, disintegrate, go somewhere I’d never hurt anyone
else again. My own daughter was dying, I remembered her kicking me from inside.
I thought I had horrible gas. Now, the fissure sometimes spewed hot reminders through
my guts. The playful kicking of my infant became twisting, cramping, reminders
of the emptiness my daughter filled before I gave her away. I just gave her
away like a discarded toy. I walked away from her never looking back. “Momma,
make the pain go away.”
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