Saturday, May 07, 2011

one thought

Thinking about my mother, but of course my father arrives to assume center stage. Ranting and railing, cursing and name calling. So much belittling. To what end?

Still a potent presence even in dreams.

5 comments:

Kurt said...

"Everything you touch turns to shit" - my father's repeated criticism of me.

tut-tut said...

Kurt! it was even better at my house, in which these words were hurled: "You ARE a piece of s***!"

rebecca said...

This is so sad. Well, if anything, a lesson is learned even in the most toxic of circumstances and that is that by way of upbringing you have become a better man than your father and the circle of toxicity has been broken.

Betty C. said...

Sigh. Maybe concentrate your efforts on YOU as a mother?

Megan said...

Yikes.