A couple weeks ago, we were spending the weekend at my parents' place.
I organized an aperitivo with Bro's family and the Parents joined us in our downstairs living room. We had a magnum bottle of excellent prosecco, I had baked some focaccia and my special bread served with a cheese spread, the cat did not leave my husband's lap for a second, even Meatball the hamster made an appearance. The fire was cracking happily, Bro and the Sponsor (aka my father) did not talk about hospitalcs for once (they are both doctors).
By the time everyone was leaving I was mentally patting my shoulder for such a successful femily event, and then..
as soon as my mother stepped out, Bro's wife started screaming at me that she was immensely offended by a comment the Panther (aka my mother) had made.
I drunkenly tried to calm her and agree that she was right (she was), that the PAnther could and should not have said it (she shouldn't have) and that the Panther doesn't mean evil, she simply can be a bit of a bitch sometimes (she can) and that she is having a hard time (she is).
Useless.
As years go by, I still cannot understand neither of them. Why can't they simply live peacefully? Avoind making nasty comments and avoid making scenes?
And all of this with my husband in the room, thinking we all had such a good relationship with his mom who loved each of us and yet passed.
Mother, Father, I stand beside you
The good of this world
Might help see me through
This place need me here to start
This place is the beat of my heart
Oh my heart, oh my heart
Oh my heart, oh my heart!
(REM)
2 comments:
as I've gotten older, I have learnt people don't really change their way of interacting with other people much.
The commenter above has it right. The older we get the less we change the way we interact. Unless we heal what is inside of us that makes us do these things. Most people stop trying to heal as they get older. To many layers.
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