I escape to a world of fantasy; dreaming of a world that is so full or even ordinary;
Because I want to shed the idealistic nature that you instilled in me,
just to be far away from your daily tragedy.
Relocating was always easy, for you any way. Start a new chapter, turn a new leaf. Seems to be all you knew how to do, when people were turned on to your ways. First lesson you taught me, that “your” talk was cheap.
You’re self-mutilation, had a carbon copy effect on my psychosis. Thankfully, eventually I figured that out, and start to ignore your apparent love drought.
The evident contempt you had only displayed with the ten sheets thrown into the wind, and down your hatch. I figured maybe it was me, becoming guilt ridden by age six-teen. Christ, did you ever think of what you were doing to me?
So I’ll pour you and me another drink, Seagram’s it’s your fave I think…drink up Mom, here’s to you for still not having a friggen clue. I know you can stomach that Whiskey better then even me, your only daughter.
And you laugh at me for rolling a joint? Look at you, what’s your fucking point? HA, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. One alleged family tradition I am willing to ignore, amongst many more.
I guess I’m like every other daughter. Ranting on & on about their Mother’s, but your not like any other Mother I’ve read about. You’re full of doubt & self pity! Constant me, me, me…some thing a real Mother can not be.
I’ve learned from you, it’s true. I’ve learned what not to do when raising a child. So for that I thank you!