My Mother had inherited my Grandmother's talent for music. She was studying to be an Opera Singer when she got pregnant with me. Besides wanting to be a singer, all my mother ever wanted to do was be the perfect wife and mom like she saw my Grandmother be. So she cooked and cleaned everyday while going to college for her Opera singing, which the Sperm Donor(Father, Ugh) constantly complained about her "wasting" her time on singing. And every friday she made him his favorite dish, WHICH took all day to prepare. SHe also cooked homemade bread for him for his sandwhiches for work. And she found a healthy solution for his asthma. Now if it sounds like my mother was too good to be true. Well My mom WAS bipolar, but since she'd had a totally normal life, she'd never had a single episode. So she'd always had little highs and lows but nothing huge. She just wanted to be Donna Reed. And she was so excited when she got pregnant. But my dad just called her fat, made fun of her, cheated on her and she new it. But she stayed. It wasn't til I was born and he made it clear he didn't want either of us around that she left.
My mom went downhill after that. But that's another post altogether, because it affects my life too...it begins the rollercoaster of my life that had rippling effects for years afterwards. I think some of them I am still dealing with today.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
What a life you've had. And come through the other side. Well done fellow Bipolar!
ReplyDelete