After All…

…She Was Correct,

and who would have thought that? Well not my mom, apparently…
It is an ongoing issue between the both of us, that she questions nearly everything I say. No matter if I read something, had a conversation with someone, or draw from my own life experience. She won’t believe it, until two to three other people tell her the exact same thing, or she hears about it on TV. You know, I try to keep calm on the outside. But it drives me bonkers inside. What is her point? Does she think her daughter is a notorious liar? Of all people she should know, that I’m terrible at “telling tales”, and therefore gave up even trying.
Most recent example: A few months ago, I read an article about feeding birds and the best types of feeders. It was stated, that a classic birdhouse, while adorable to look at, is not hygenic. Due to the fact, that the little visitors can get inside and leave their droppings among the seeds, others may end up getting sick. It was suggested to use feeders with just small openings instead.
After reading the article, I purchased one of those feeders. When I brought this topic up in conversation, the response was something like this: “And straight away you’re in panic mode, believe everything you read and make the suggested changes. Yes, it can happen and the birds could get sick, but what are the chances of it happening”?
Now just the other day, in one of her evening shows on TV they discussed this very topic. And what do you know? The very next morning she said to me: “Oh, you know what? You were actually right about the bird feeders. They talked about it last night on TV. Do you still have that other bird feeder for me to use, so that I can take the birdhouse down”?
Honestly, I’m getting to the point at which deep breaths, counting to five and all the “om’s” in this world won’t help anymore. Does my mom think I make up stories? What would I achieve by doing that? I should not let it get to me, I know. But it does take a toll, increasingly so. Most of all I can’t help but wonder, what that says about our mother-daughter-relationship in general.

Tell Me Why

Daily writing prompt
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

Knowing full well, that this idea would probably backfire on me, I would invite my “enemies” from the past. This includes people from childhood who only pretended to be friends, a couple of teachers who embarrassed me in front of the entire class every chance they had, two guys who claimed to love me but had manipulative, controlling and emotionally abusive ways of “showing their love”. And finally, I would invite a few former co-workers from my last two places of employment, who jointly bullied me, including my immediate supervisors.
Sometimes, distance and time can change your perspective on a situation or problematic encounter. My objective with this dinner invitation would be, to have a conversation with these mentioned people. I would (hopefully) calmy and politely ask them, why they did what they did to me at the time. Or what made them hate me so much? What did I do to them, to deserve such treatment? Especially from teachers and supervisors.
Not certain, that my guests would give me the time of day with regard to the uncomfortable topic of conversation, it would be most important for me to share with them how absolutely horrible they made me feel. I long to tell them how much of an impact these moments/situations/behaviors had on me, some of them still do to this present day. They really should know, and I deserve the chance to tell them. In theory this seems to be a good idea to find closure and make peace with the past. Reality would be quite a different story, especially if it doesn’t work out as imagined. Luckily I will never know.

Blinded

“We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand
on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this.
It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.”
– C. JoyBell C.

Well then, there’s another quote I can take to heart. How about you? Happy Sunday 😊