Sometimes looking back provides poignant reminders for going forward. This post from 2013 does just that.
I was forty before I could finally ask my mother about her constant criticism of me growing up. We were alone together, in the car, driving out of town. I had her undivided attention.
“Help me to understand, something,” I prefaced the conversation. “When I was young, you always told me no one would ever love me. What was that about?”
“I didn’t say it to be mean,” she explained and I believed her. My mother was not typically a malicious person. “It’s just that you were so different from your sisters, and I was afraid for you. I thought I was helping you by preparing you for the inevitable.”
“But why, Mom? What was it about me that you thought was unloveable?”
“You were just so smart, and independent minded……” she trailed off. “I guess I thought that men don’t like smart women.”
“Do you understand that I heard…
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