How do you get these nice men to fall in love with you?
Your mom used to ask this rhetorical question about her daughter, often within your earshot, and sometimes to random strangers. I believe she was referring to Doron and me. Perhaps others.
I thought that was a mean thing to say in front of your daughter, but I appreciated the compliment , Pam. Small recompense for living with an often harsh and always judgmental woman.
I knew you asked the question hoping for some validation for your experience with a bullying husband and a distant and often arrogant daughter. You knew the answer, and like us all, you wanted to be seen.
The answer's not pretty. Your daughter is a manipulator. There's not a hint of authenticity in her presentation to the world. She believes information and sex and money and affection are power, and tools she can use to hurt or control others. She's attractive physically to some, but I think her affairs quickly spot the black tar-like morass of her ethical compromises.
Your daughter still is a hologram. There's no there there. Her fraud causes health and aging problems out of whack with good Canadian stock.
We're all flawed. Your parents weren't angels. I'm not special. But we are still capable of love and I know how much you loved your daughter.
Her persona I mean. Behind the mask we both observed her pathological and grotesque contortion. The daily grimace when others were happy. I wonder if Doron saw that before his breakdown? Her lovers who appear to dump her within weeks? Her current friends of the moment, whoever they are?
You and I. Survivors together, Pam. You had it much worse than I did. But I had her in my house twice as long as you did. Waking up every morning uncertain who the being in bed next to you really was, and whether you were the one she'd disdain today. That's a black and festering heart. 💜
I thought that was a mean thing to say in front of your daughter, but I appreciated the compliment , Pam. Small recompense for living with an often harsh and always judgmental woman.
I knew you asked the question hoping for some validation for your experience with a bullying husband and a distant and often arrogant daughter. You knew the answer, and like us all, you wanted to be seen.
The answer's not pretty. Your daughter is a manipulator. There's not a hint of authenticity in her presentation to the world. She believes information and sex and money and affection are power, and tools she can use to hurt or control others. She's attractive physically to some, but I think her affairs quickly spot the black tar-like morass of her ethical compromises.
Your daughter still is a hologram. There's no there there. Her fraud causes health and aging problems out of whack with good Canadian stock.
We're all flawed. Your parents weren't angels. I'm not special. But we are still capable of love and I know how much you loved your daughter.
Her persona I mean. Behind the mask we both observed her pathological and grotesque contortion. The daily grimace when others were happy. I wonder if Doron saw that before his breakdown? Her lovers who appear to dump her within weeks? Her current friends of the moment, whoever they are?
You and I. Survivors together, Pam. You had it much worse than I did. But I had her in my house twice as long as you did. Waking up every morning uncertain who the being in bed next to you really was, and whether you were the one she'd disdain today. That's a black and festering heart. 💜
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