ladies’ choice
mothers hate me.
my first boyfriend’s mom was unaware that I had a relationship with their son. my other ex-boyfriend’s mom was scarily nice to me when i met her but i discovered all the nasty things she said about me and my family behind my back. the guy i dated on and off for years has a mom who told me to stay away from her son. i had a similar story with the mom of some guy i dated way back in college.
among the many horror stories i had with mothers, i had my fair share of horror stories with my own mom. one pre-menopausal episode with my mom made her lock us (aka me and my sister) out of our little house one summer night. it was only when i got older that i realized that incident was part of her menopausal tantrums, and the 40-year gap (aka having kids at a later age) was not helpful at all.
this is originally a tribute to all the loving moms and to my mom as well. but since mother’s day has passed (and all i did was whine about how miserable life has been to me now that i am actively seeking employment), i am hoping that i can still post this, in the spirit of “rent”: no day but today.
i will never understand how or why mothers suddenly turn into monsters. in the same manner that i will never know when i will look back at this blog post and remind myself how a woman sees the universe now that she has to shelter her child from the world.
i guess, this is my way of justifying things. i’ve been treated badly by mothers but i still look up to them.
i think mothers make difficult choices. and in the process of doing so, the decisions that they make can sometimes affect other people without them knowing the consequences of their actions. believe me, we are all products of the trials and errors that mothers make. every single day.
i pray that one day i’ll grow up to be a fine lady who is far wiser than some of the moms i mentioned.
cubi, nostalgic
