Today is father's day and I wish that my dad was around so that I can share a special moment with him. Instead I have to pause and give some thought to my mother.
I have these images of my mother that haunts me day and night. When I was little, our dog had a litter of puppies. My mother drowned all the puppies in a bucket of water because she didn't want to be "stuck with the responsibility". She was cruel and mean. Some of the flashbacks are vague but the one that haunts me is the drowned puppies.
Now I find myself wondering if she thinks about her life or if she regrets some of these things. Over the years I tried to stay on good terms, move on and forget the things she had done. But the harder I try, the more it haunts me.
I try to put myself in her position and imagine that she regrets her cruelty and that she would admit to or try to make up for her mistakes. But every few weeks something happens that reminds me of the mother I remember from my childhood.
I don't want to see her again or have to talk to her or spend time with her. I don't hate her. I just don't want to see her. And I wish that my father was the one who survived.
I have these images of my mother that haunts me day and night. When I was little, our dog had a litter of puppies. My mother drowned all the puppies in a bucket of water because she didn't want to be "stuck with the responsibility". She was cruel and mean. Some of the flashbacks are vague but the one that haunts me is the drowned puppies.
Now I find myself wondering if she thinks about her life or if she regrets some of these things. Over the years I tried to stay on good terms, move on and forget the things she had done. But the harder I try, the more it haunts me.
I try to put myself in her position and imagine that she regrets her cruelty and that she would admit to or try to make up for her mistakes. But every few weeks something happens that reminds me of the mother I remember from my childhood.
I don't want to see her again or have to talk to her or spend time with her. I don't hate her. I just don't want to see her. And I wish that my father was the one who survived.