More than anything, because I know she'll never understand, she'll never accept, and she'll never forgive.
I love her. I know she loves me. I love her enough to spare her the grief, among many things. I know her enough to be afraid of her, for her.
When she found out about my flirtations with seventh-day adventists, she deliberately changed the family menu to pork - all pork all week. When someone mentioned about that rumor about me going SDA, she almost hinted on me getting into drugs as an excuse.
No, I do not have a monster for a mom. It's just the way things are in my family. I've come to accept, even before I've come to accept myself.
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