My Parents
I remember my mother. She had very blonde hair... I guess I get my brunette from my father. Barely remember him though, he was never home. Sometimes I wonder what he was doing all the time. Working? Hah.. please.. He was prolly having one hot steamy affair with a stuardist. Yea he was an airplane pilot. Soo he was gone a LOT.
As for my mother? She would suffer mood swings... very bad moodswings. One minute she would be happy and then the next she would be sad. She always had sadness in her eyes. Probably because my dad was really cheating on her.
The only time we would all really be together was dinner time.. that is if he wasn't working. But the days he was here. It was quiet. I would sit in my chair with the little booster seat as I rolled the nasty green peas across the plate with my fork. Watching the tiny green beads roll back and forth, then a few would tumble off my plate and onto the oak wood surface of the table.. I look up and see my mother staring at my dad.. I would turn my head and see my dad looking at her with that same upsetting expression. I pick up my glass of milk then take a drink.. accidently tipping it more than I should and felt the water drip down my neck and all over my hello kitty shirt. My dad was the first to notice and then he looked away with a stressed out sigh..:
"Damn it, June.. Clean her up. Before she gets milk all over the carpet."
"She's only five years old, David.. give her a break."
"She is going to learn table manners sooner or later, June!"
"Let it go, David. Just Let it go!"
:She? Who was this she? I have a name you guys!! I would see them both stand up from their seats forcefully and I saw my dad storm out of the room.. a loud distinct slam was heard that hurt my ears, making me cry. I then would see my mother change from an angered look to a smile when she looked at me..:
"It's okay, Marie.. Momma's gonna clean you up.."
Now that I look back at that moment.. there was something I was missing.. Something else that my mother and father were angry at and were totally hiding the subject. My father was taking his anger out on me. And it wasn't about me being a messy child.. It was something else.
I look back from now.. and I wonder what they are doing.. are they still together? Do they have a new child that they love together? Who knows.. But I still refuse to see them again.. They did not want me anymore and well.. I don't want them.
As for my mother? She would suffer mood swings... very bad moodswings. One minute she would be happy and then the next she would be sad. She always had sadness in her eyes. Probably because my dad was really cheating on her.
The only time we would all really be together was dinner time.. that is if he wasn't working. But the days he was here. It was quiet. I would sit in my chair with the little booster seat as I rolled the nasty green peas across the plate with my fork. Watching the tiny green beads roll back and forth, then a few would tumble off my plate and onto the oak wood surface of the table.. I look up and see my mother staring at my dad.. I would turn my head and see my dad looking at her with that same upsetting expression. I pick up my glass of milk then take a drink.. accidently tipping it more than I should and felt the water drip down my neck and all over my hello kitty shirt. My dad was the first to notice and then he looked away with a stressed out sigh..:
"Damn it, June.. Clean her up. Before she gets milk all over the carpet."
"She's only five years old, David.. give her a break."
"She is going to learn table manners sooner or later, June!"
"Let it go, David. Just Let it go!"
:She? Who was this she? I have a name you guys!! I would see them both stand up from their seats forcefully and I saw my dad storm out of the room.. a loud distinct slam was heard that hurt my ears, making me cry. I then would see my mother change from an angered look to a smile when she looked at me..:
"It's okay, Marie.. Momma's gonna clean you up.."
Now that I look back at that moment.. there was something I was missing.. Something else that my mother and father were angry at and were totally hiding the subject. My father was taking his anger out on me. And it wasn't about me being a messy child.. It was something else.
I look back from now.. and I wonder what they are doing.. are they still together? Do they have a new child that they love together? Who knows.. But I still refuse to see them again.. They did not want me anymore and well.. I don't want them.