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this'd be the 'after the storm' post
Feb. 6th, 2011 10:06 amAnd this would also be why this particular entry isn't friendslocked. Heh. :)
Feeling somewhat less like shit a la mode. Had a conversation with my father, who is generally the voice of reason in the family. Now know that the explosion of yesterday was not in fact the end of the world between my mother and I, cleared air of later in the afternoon or no. Now know that sometimes these things happen, specifically. I knew that before, but... Now it's more of a reality than it was. I won't go into the fine details of the conversation Dad and I had, as that's a little too personal to take out of the family, so to speak. But... yes. These things do, apparently, happen. I knew that before, but I know it again now. And it helps, a little.
Mom and I are two amazingly stubborn, fierce people when we get going, but we each react differently to things going socially boom, and the end result is never, ever pleasant. For either of us. I've said this before. The thing is, Dad can read both of us like a couple of books, where Mom and I seem to have a hell of a time reading each other. Add the difficulties in reading each other to the passionate and stubborn personalities, and then add two very different reactions to things going socially boom, and you get holy cow explosion. But it wasn't the end of the world, and hearing that from an easygoing third party... helps. More than a little, honestly. Not entirely, but it does help.
Anyway. The long and the short of it is, I'm now feeling like slightly less of a shitty daughter for the conversation Dad and I had. I'm not saying that thinking of the way I've treated her in the past, with the motivations she's had, doesn't still make me want to throw up; it does. But maybe I'm a little less of a horrible daughter than I initially thought. At risk of sounding horribly melodramatic but it's totally in reference to the last entry, maybe I, you know, deserve to be me after all.
Right. I think entirely okay is a little ways off yet, but to quote Jake Stonebender, I concede the trick is possible. Note to self: Find Mom a bottle of perfume she'll like, find Dad a bottle of wine.
Now where did I put those Carmen Sandiego eps?
Feeling somewhat less like shit a la mode. Had a conversation with my father, who is generally the voice of reason in the family. Now know that the explosion of yesterday was not in fact the end of the world between my mother and I, cleared air of later in the afternoon or no. Now know that sometimes these things happen, specifically. I knew that before, but... Now it's more of a reality than it was. I won't go into the fine details of the conversation Dad and I had, as that's a little too personal to take out of the family, so to speak. But... yes. These things do, apparently, happen. I knew that before, but I know it again now. And it helps, a little.
Mom and I are two amazingly stubborn, fierce people when we get going, but we each react differently to things going socially boom, and the end result is never, ever pleasant. For either of us. I've said this before. The thing is, Dad can read both of us like a couple of books, where Mom and I seem to have a hell of a time reading each other. Add the difficulties in reading each other to the passionate and stubborn personalities, and then add two very different reactions to things going socially boom, and you get holy cow explosion. But it wasn't the end of the world, and hearing that from an easygoing third party... helps. More than a little, honestly. Not entirely, but it does help.
Anyway. The long and the short of it is, I'm now feeling like slightly less of a shitty daughter for the conversation Dad and I had. I'm not saying that thinking of the way I've treated her in the past, with the motivations she's had, doesn't still make me want to throw up; it does. But maybe I'm a little less of a horrible daughter than I initially thought. At risk of sounding horribly melodramatic but it's totally in reference to the last entry, maybe I, you know, deserve to be me after all.
Right. I think entirely okay is a little ways off yet, but to quote Jake Stonebender, I concede the trick is possible. Note to self: Find Mom a bottle of perfume she'll like, find Dad a bottle of wine.
Now where did I put those Carmen Sandiego eps?
