My Mother was a kind, tolerant person. I remember her saying way back in the fifties, "look she sleeps with him, makes him happy, so what?" or something to that effect. She also fed single neighbors, one a famous actor.
I regret her convalescence was over a decade as jades those memories.
My mother enjoyed telling me we never bonded. I wonder if it relieved her of some sense of responsibility of how I turned out? She was more like a roommate to me than a mother. Oh and a sometime abuser. I hated trying to buy a mother's day card because I would cry since the cards described the mother I would have liked. Oddly I did more for her and took her more places than the rest of her children.
Last year, my parents celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary. They still live in their own home, walk a half mile a day weather willing and periodically bail out my small non profit when I get in a bind. Called my mom today, wished her Happy Mothers Day. In the parents' lottery I lucked out. They probably deserved a couple of all American successful children. Instead they got my brother and me. I'm trans and my brother is world famous in the gay S& M world. and they accepted us. Amazing people. Truly the great generation.
