OT Back from Ontario

After a week+ in Ontario I am back at last. Sending purrs to all thsoe
who need some while I was gone.

I survived the week without a fight, mostly because my mom was working
every day but one and spent that day doing taxes, so we didn't have to
have extended conversations (that always devolve into fights). I can
grit my teeth, take out my nose ring, ignore her comments that my jeans
make me look like a tramp (even though they don't show any belly, and
only show back if I am sitting down), wear the shirts she likes and I
hate, etc., ignore the comments that I am fat and unhealthy (even
though she weighs at least 50 pounds more than I do) for a week. Arg.
I do not like the woman. I feel badly, cause you're supposed to love
your mom...Can you love someone you don't like?

I had a nice visit with my grandma, my grandpa, my grade school best
friend and my high school best friend and my dad. But it is good to be
home with my ittiesK.

--Fil

Enfilade wrote:


I survived the week without a fight, mostly because my mom was working
every day but one and spent that day doing taxes, so we didn't have to
have extended conversations (that always devolve into fights). I can
grit my teeth, take out my nose ring, ignore her comments that my jeans
make me look like a tramp (even though they don't show any belly, and
only show back if I am sitting down), wear the shirts she likes and I
hate, etc., ignore the comments that I am fat and unhealthy (even
though she weighs at least 50 pounds more than I do) for a week. Arg.
I do not like the woman. I feel badly, cause you're supposed to love
your mom...Can you love someone you don't like?



Did you personally select this woman to be your mom? Of course not.
All you can do is take her with gritted teeth and a grain of salt, and
make sure you don't adopt the parts of her you don't like.

We can't pick our family, though there are times when we wish we could.

Pam S.

"Enfilade" wrote in message
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After a week+ in Ontario I am back at last. Sending purrs to all thsoe
who need some while I was gone.

I survived the week without a fight, mostly because my mom was working
every day but one and spent that day doing taxes, so we didn't have to
have extended conversations (that always devolve into fights). I can
grit my teeth, take out my nose ring, ignore her comments that my jeans
make me look like a tramp (even though they don't show any belly, and
only show back if I am sitting down), wear the shirts she likes and I
hate, etc., ignore the comments that I am fat and unhealthy (even
though she weighs at least 50 pounds more than I do) for a week. Arg.
I do not like the woman. I feel badly, cause you're supposed to love
your mom...Can you love someone you don't like?

I had a nice visit with my grandma, my grandpa, my grade school best
friend and my high school best friend and my dad. But it is good to be
home with my ittiesK.

--Fil


As the mother of former teens and the grandmother of current teens, I can
assure you that you can indeed love someone you do not like.

With a little luck you can also develop some compassion for people you don't
like. I wish I had known more about my grandmother when I was younger. It
would at least have helped me understand why she disliked me and by brother,
but adored my sister. But she was long dead before I learned something of
her family history.

Jo

"Enfilade" wrote in message
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After a week+ in Ontario I am back at last. Sending purrs to all thsoe
who need some while I was gone.

I survived the week without a fight, mostly because my mom was working
every day but one and spent that day doing taxes, so we didn't have to
have extended conversations (that always devolve into fights). I can
grit my teeth, take out my nose ring, ignore her comments that my jeans
make me look like a tramp (even though they don't show any belly, and
only show back if I am sitting down), wear the shirts she likes and I
hate, etc., ignore the comments that I am fat and unhealthy (even
though she weighs at least 50 pounds more than I do) for a week. Arg.
I do not like the woman. I feel badly, cause you're supposed to love
your mom...Can you love someone you don't like?

I had a nice visit with my grandma, my grandpa, my grade school best
friend and my high school best friend and my dad. But it is good to be
home with my ittiesK.

--Fil

You did good, girl.

Joy

"Enfilade" wrote in message
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your mom...Can you love someone you don't like?

Ask that of any mother of teenagers! ;

I only started to get along with my mom after I moved 350 miles away from
her! ;

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Jo Firey" wrote in message
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As the mother of former teens and the grandmother of current teens, I can
assure you that you can indeed love someone you do not like.

LOL! Jo, I *just* wrote basically the exact same thing! Two great minds...
;

Hugs,

CatNipped

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"Enfilade" wrote in message
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I only started to get along with my mom after I moved 350 miles away from
her! ;



Still remember stopping by the house shortly after I got my first apartment.
After a while my parents started in bickering. The usual stuff that works
best with an audience. I stood up, stretched and said "It's time for me to
go home. See you later"

The expressions on their faces was priceless. And we got along better and
better as time passed after that.

Jo

Welcome back!
Best wishes,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Enfilade" wrote in message
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After a week+ in Ontario I am back at last. Sending purrs to all thsoe
who need some while I was gone.
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Thanks everyone.

I never met my grandfather, but my grandmother remains convinced one of
us would have killed the other and is to this day glad he died before I
was born. Personally, the fact that she's had 33 good years without
him (in addition to the years before they married) is, to me, worth the
fact that I never got to meet him.

I am sure he is where my mom got it from.

--Fil

Did you personally select this woman to be your mom? Of course not.
All you can do is take her with gritted teeth and a grain of salt, and
make sure you don't adopt the parts of her you don't like.

We can't pick our family, though there are times when we wish we could.

Pam S.
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True, remember the old joke, you can pick your friends, you can pick your
nose, but you can't pick your family. There is some truth in it. A pat on
the back for not fighting with your Mom.
Suz&Spicey