My mother & I had the best relationship…until I graduated high school. Suddenly, we couldn’t stand each other. The night I left home was melodramatic and intense (and I will NOT share it here…it’s still painful, even after almost 40 years). She even sent my older brother to my workplace to take my house key. My parents DID come to my wedding about a month later, but things were…tense. Finally, I wrote my mother a poem, completely bringing everything out into the open…decorated it, framed it, and gave it to her at her surprise 60th birthday party. She cried, I cried, we hugged. It cleared the air. Things were never exactly the same as before, and we both agreed that we shouldn’t spent TOO much time together, and that poem was on the wall of her bedroom for years.
My mother & I had the best relationship…until I graduated high school. Suddenly, we couldn’t stand each other. The night I left home was melodramatic and intense (and I will NOT share it here…it’s still painful, even after almost 40 years). She even sent my older brother to my workplace to take my house key. My parents DID come to my wedding about a month later, but things were…tense. Finally, I wrote my mother a poem, completely bringing everything out into the open…decorated it, framed it, and gave it to her at her surprise 60th birthday party. She cried, I cried, we hugged. It cleared the air. Things were never exactly the same as before, and we both agreed that we shouldn’t spent TOO much time together, and that poem was on the wall of her bedroom for years.