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First thing I thought was about the stuff mom used to feed me, the crap about how "pretty" I was, always followed after a while about how good looking women are always stupid because everyone does everything for them. Then it was like I was at war with myself because I want to look better. She kept up and kept up the "compliments", until my psychologist major brother told her that people who are good looking are considered smarter. She stopped dead ever saying how good I looked. Ever. Dead, this was in my forties, I'm pretty sure, stopped dead. If I said something to her now about it, she would just say she didn't remember. She also always said, handsome is as handsome does, and sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me. She changed her mind when my brother called her "bitch". Which is pretty stupid, names and words hurt a lot more than she ever thought.
But whatever, there is a problem because I am concerned about looking good to her, as in helping her in front of everyone, and it doesn't matter much anyway.
Anyway, there are problems. Then again, when I think I've got my behavior "fixed", it's usually way off the mark, I've gotten it wrong or whatever.
I did wish her happy birthday and am helping her with the copier now, will copy a pic for her.
I am getting so many clothes now, they are free. But I feel pretty excessive.
But whatever, there is a problem because I am concerned about looking good to her, as in helping her in front of everyone, and it doesn't matter much anyway.
Anyway, there are problems. Then again, when I think I've got my behavior "fixed", it's usually way off the mark, I've gotten it wrong or whatever.
I did wish her happy birthday and am helping her with the copier now, will copy a pic for her.
I am getting so many clothes now, they are free. But I feel pretty excessive.