Jun 15, 2012 15:10
It's difficult to explain why I don't talk to my mom, and even when I do, I doubt you'll really understand. I hope you don't. To get it, I think you have to have similar circumstances, and I don't wish that on anyone.
But, she's coming to town. I know what happened: She bought a car, a car that she probably should not have bought since she has no income and has yet to ever buy a car that makes it past the six month mark, and had that manic happiness of feverish freedom and thought, I'll go visit my family who has been missing me and we will be so happy and they will have missed me and I'll be loved. I've also lived the fall out, which involves the exact opposite dream state: the one in which everyone hates her and she has done nothing but kindness and everyone is just mean and no one understands how great she was and why are they yelling at me.
Which is the state she's about to enter, as she visited my sister first and didn't get what she wanted, which was my sister's oldest child to come live with her for the summer. That's another dream of hers, one in which she's the rescuer of grandchildren and gives them the home they've always deserved and will make them so happy and so well fed and so grateful for her care.