RG’s Day at the Zoo Withe Cherry Vile Prep (Part 11)
December 3, 2008
I was a product of parents from distressed families, (and my parents probably should not have married each other). I married a woman who appears to be a “soul sister” of David but did not suffer similar abuse as a child. It is true Mrs. Random (before we were married) did not speak to her mother for a couple of years after she turned 18, but that’s probably pretty normal for a number of children as they become young adults. (I will write the tale of that episode fairly soon to keep my promise of delivering it as a “premium” for shareware contributions.)
When her mother was dying a few years ago, my wife flew down to the high desert in California and spent a peaceful and friendly week with her mother. My wife’s sister, who lived about an hour away, spent no time at all with their mother in her last days as sis apparently had some unresolved “issues” with her dying mom.)
Vanity Press 
December 3, 2008 at 5:25 pm
Not speaking to a parent is sort of a rite of passage, don’t you think? I didn’t speak to my mother for a couple of years after I turned 18. Then there was the time my father didn’t speak to me for a couple of years.
It’s good that your wife went to see her mother before she passed. I wish I would have had that time with my mother, but she dropped dead from a heart attack. None of us had the time.
December 3, 2008 at 7:38 pm
Remarkably, my daughter has never “not spoken to us.” She’s only 41, though, so there is still time.
RG, however, is a bit of a hothead. Sometimes she doesn’t speak to her mommies for an hour or two.
My daughter, however, when small, did threaten to run away to Grandma. She was very irritated when we said, “Fine. We will help you pack.” And then we started laughing.
RG knows her Grandma first hand, and knows better than to threaten to run away to her. If she arrived on our doorstep one day and said, “I have run away from my cruel mommies,” Grandma would say, “Fine. If you’re going to stay with us, you can start by cleaning the bathroom. I will show you how to do it properly; almost nobody cleans the bathroom so it’s REALLY clean, but you will grow up knowing how to do so.”
December 4, 2008 at 12:01 am
I never went through a period of not speaking to my mom. We have always gotten along pretty well. Sure we argued from time to time, and as a pre-teen I was slightly embarassed by being seen with either of my parents, but I’ve always loved them, talked to them, and respected them. I love my dad too. They were great people who really love me. They always took great care of me, listened to me, and respected me as well. They have always been there for me, and are still there for me, even though I am an adult. I would not change anything about my parents or my childhood. It has arguments and occasional heartache and loss, but I knew, at the end of the day, that everything was right the way it was supposed to be and would turn out fine. Optimism is a great thing. Salvation is even greater. As an adult, I got to help lead my parents to a closer relationship with God. And some lovely people at my church helped them with being saved and baptised. I now know that we can be together in heaven, and it is a great comfort.
My husband had a great childhood too. His parents are very nice. They were saved before he was born and have always been involved in the church.
Both sets of parents are great grandparents, and I can only hope and pray that hubby and I are remembered fondly by our kids.
December 4, 2008 at 12:09 am
Spectrum,
You are making a surly, resentful grump such as me look bad.