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Bag lady feminist nut mom |
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Written by OG
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Monday, 26 March 2007 |

Again, I was back at my mothers house. It was the typical shambles of antiques and books and clothes strewn about. She was still married to her third husband who cheats on her every couple of years with someone new. He’s only a year older than I am. That might suggest my mother is a MILF, but she is not. She is the proverbial fat lady singing. Why she has not sung about him yet, I do not know. I do not care so long as she keeps her dramas to herself. In the dream we argued about her life, how she lies continually to everyone about everything. She puts on airs and pretends she is a grand liberal feminist successful in every aspect of her life, when she is really one step away from being a bag lady.
It’s the oddest thing. I remember my father saying, “So, you mother is in California? Good. She’s right where she belongs. Everyone in California is nuts.” In the dream I called her out on this. She didn’t like it. She was becoming increasingly angry. I did not much care. I bluntly said, “Mom. If you want to change your life and stop being insane, stop lying to everyone about whom and what you are. Stop lying to yourself. You are a destitute woman living in squalor. You married a cheating man for health insurance, which he lost because he can not hold a job. You say you are getting a hip replacement via Medicare, but that keeps getting postponed for one reason or another. I do not believe a word that comes out of your mouth anymore.” Her anger rose, but I still did not care. I sat in a wing back chair in a side room she had turned into a library. All the books were from an estate sale. She had not read any of them except for the pulp romances. It was a mess. She and her husband ignored me. I felt sick that I was back in her house. The dream shifted. I woke |