It’s Six Sentence Story time with Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge. Yeah, it is.
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“Other” is a word that rhymes with mother, which also happens to rhyme with smother, which begs the question: “Am I a dreadful person for wanting to smother my mother ?”
Mother wasn’t a bad person; there was no physical abuse – just a major lack of tenderness which can leave greater, more permanent scars …. a perfectionist who found it very difficult to show warmth or affection, even to her children; I don’t remember her saying “I love you”, tickling me till I squealed or reading bedtime stories; what I do remember is proudly showing her a drawing I made in school with the inscription “Skyscrapers scrape the sky while butterflies flutter by”…. something my teacher called “highly imaginative and showing great vision” but mother said it was foolishness because butterflies can’t fly that high.
As a teenager I was forbidden to shave my legs but did anyway and not wanting my secret revealed, I wore jeans all the time, even to the beach in the middle of summer which also covered-up the fact that I used a self-tanner which turned my skin orange; mother watched as I scrubbed myself raw in the tub using a mixture of water and bleach – a humiliating experience – but it was at that time she discovered my shaved legs, causing her to explode like a slow gas leak and, of course, I was grounded but it was worth it.
Many days after arriving home from school I would find the contents of my dresser drawers dumped on my bed, simply because mother didn’t approve of how my clothes were folded; if I wanted to sleep that night, I’d have to put all my things away (or push them to the floor, which I often did) and I’d get hell the next day but it was a trip seeing her bulging veins and bugged-out eyes.
Years later when I had kids, mother would pop in unannounced and examine my house like the “White-Glove Lady” checking for dust; if my oven didn’t meet her standards, she would clean it (which, now that I have 20/20 hindsight, was a blessing in disguise because I ended up with a clean oven) and then she would depart as quickly as she arrived, leaving me with a spotless house but never once sitting down for coffee and a piece of pie or stopping to play with my children.
Lately I’ve been having a recurring dream about smothering mother with a pillow and when I wake up, I’m smiling; I guess my earlier question bears repeating: “Does that make me a dreadful person?”
NAR © 2023
This is John Lennon & Yoko Ono with The Plastic Ono Band singing “Mother”:
This is great!
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Thanks so much, Bella D! I’m every gld you enjoyed it
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In answer to your question: It depends on whether it was just a dream or reality 😉
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Ha! Good point!
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Let’s not talk about Mother!
I would rather listen to wonderful John Lennon.
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As would I.
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I’m with Frank (first comment).
Have gotten any quotes on cleaning services lately?
lol
Good Six
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Thanks Clark!
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It makes you normal.
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Count one’s blessings: she did keep the house clean.
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Without a doubt
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This is great! Another merging of prompts. 👏🏻 Reminds me of my (first) stepmom. ☹️
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Oh, the legendary evil stepmother of fairy tale fame!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts today, Michele.
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Oh yeah, mine was a special one! 👿 Made my life and eventually my dad’s miserable! More fun to watch or read the fairytales than live them! You’re welcome, Nancy.
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I had a friend whose Dad was in the Navy, and he used to go into my friend’s room and make a mess of everything, then make the friend clean it, and if the father didn’t like it, he’d mess everything up again and make the friend do it again. I can’t imagine what that would be like.
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That’s a sadistic, manipulative bully.
I’d get the Pearl Harbor attack while I was at school or work. I was a grown woman, FFS! Domineering, yes. Controlling, yes. But not a sadist who tore the room apart repeatedly.
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I don’t like to talk this way, especially about the father of a friend whose mother was a friend of my mother’s, but he could really be an insufferable a**hole, even when he was being a “nice guy.”
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That is one sad Lennon song!
Naw, as long as you don’t do & to think ain’t to do, so do-be-do-be, Scooby Do. It’s cool.
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Somehow I amazingly understood every word you wrote!
Zoinks! 🤣
Thanks, Liz!
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You deserve a Scooby Snak for that!
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To answer your question, wanting to smother a mother like does not make one a dreadful person, just a very honest one.
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Thanks, D!
Stick around and you’ll get
a good dose of Sicilian honesty! 😂 🌋
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Oh yes, always welcome. Well, usually…
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🤣
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Monarchs can fly at heights of 3,000 to 4,000 feet. The Painted Lady Butterfly can fly at altitudes of up to 10,000 feet.
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So there, mother. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! 🦋
I was a visionary even back then, Jim! 😂
Thanks for that great info!
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A strict disciplinarian mother! A lovely story indeed. The first line itself is eye catching. Truly enjoyed, Nancy!
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Thanks, KK. Disciplinarian is a very good term.
Thank you for your comments; always so kind.
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“just a major lack of tenderness which can leave greater, more permanent scars …. a perfectionist who found it very difficult to show warmth or affection” Did we have the same mother? You are absolutely not a dreadful person.
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It’s absolutely mind-boggling to me how many people I have met since I began blogging who have the same memories and feelings as me.
I take little comfort in other people’s sorrows but it is reassuring to know not everyone had the “shits & giggles” childhood I thought they did.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts today, Melissa, and confirming I’m not alone!
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You’d think after 72 years this would be forgotten.
I never forget and I never repeat her mistakes.
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My wish to my brother when he had his son was : Make new mistakes.
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What a lovely wish!
Sei amorevole e saggio, mio caro Nico.
❤︎
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I know you want somebody to say, “Yes.”
So, “Yes!”
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I really should be more careful
with the questions I toss out.
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I could smell that clear over here. lol
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The dreams are very telling.
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Ya think? 😳
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🥹
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We’re on the same line today. It’s surprising that we survived with our sanity intact.🥰
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A question I ask myself every day.
Morning, sis 🥰
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