I haven't called her yet. The now-widowed fundamentalist fanatic who beat us. Her mother saw me, loved me, gave me hardiness, resilience, and a calf that grew into 30 head of cattle that financed my escape. I live in joy and at 68, treasure it. Can't quite see the reason I need to contact her on this made-up holiday. She hasn't spoken to…
I haven't called her yet. The now-widowed fundamentalist fanatic who beat us. Her mother saw me, loved me, gave me hardiness, resilience, and a calf that grew into 30 head of cattle that financed my escape. I live in joy and at 68, treasure it. Can't quite see the reason I need to contact her on this made-up holiday. She hasn't spoken to me since I married my beloved in December.
I don't know if it is the most difficult day of the year, but it sure fills me with gratitude for the wonder of my life now.
Thanks, TC, for opening up these secrets and your candid writing.
Kim, I’m glad your grandmother was there for you. I had a “niephew” (genderqueer child of my brother in law who had a fertility episode in his 20’s and fathered two children 6 months apart; different crazy women) who always referred to their mother as “female birthing unit”. Sounds like your mom’s soul sister.
I haven't called her yet. The now-widowed fundamentalist fanatic who beat us. Her mother saw me, loved me, gave me hardiness, resilience, and a calf that grew into 30 head of cattle that financed my escape. I live in joy and at 68, treasure it. Can't quite see the reason I need to contact her on this made-up holiday. She hasn't spoken to me since I married my beloved in December.
I don't know if it is the most difficult day of the year, but it sure fills me with gratitude for the wonder of my life now.
Thanks, TC, for opening up these secrets and your candid writing.
Love and hugs
Congratulations to you, Kim!
Kim, I’m glad your grandmother was there for you. I had a “niephew” (genderqueer child of my brother in law who had a fertility episode in his 20’s and fathered two children 6 months apart; different crazy women) who always referred to their mother as “female birthing unit”. Sounds like your mom’s soul sister.
"Female birthing unit." That's a good description of Mommie Dearest.
In Bryony’s case, it was 100% accurate. I was the only family member who could deal with her when Bryony died. FBU thought I was my b-I-l’s sister….
Sounds like you're doing what's best for you, and it doesn't sound like you owe the fundie fanatic a thing. Stay strong!