Fool me twice, shame on me, right?
What do they say about people who get fooled for the 372986728th time?
I'm not really fooled. I just feel bad. Feel bad for myself and feel bad for her. She tried to be a good mother. I remember special things she tried to do. I remember lots of presents under the tree. I remember Santa came to our house on Christmas Eve to give us one present early...I imagine it went something like this...
Mom: Go git cher Slanta Sluit on for kids...go on...(hee hee)
Dad: aight... (takes drag from blunt) ...fuckn Santa suit...damn kids...
It was magical!
She's been calling me a lot lately, trying to reconcile again. I want a mom, so I answer. She loves me - she just lovey the drinky more. She tells me she will NOT drink around me or the girl, EVER. She won't. She hardly ever does anymore. Please let's meet up, she says. Let's have dinner. This was on the phone last night at around 6:00 pm...
9:00 pm
Hello my daughter. It's your mother. (fuck, I know this tone)
I'm just SO sad because my sister isn't well and I'll never see her again the way that she was and the way that we were and the way that she was...I am so sad about that...I don't know what I'll do. You still love me though right? At least I have YOU, my daughter...I love my daughter...and your preccciouusss preccciouusss little baby girl that you love so much and I love so much and she is so special you know that don't you???????!! Why won't you let me see her you're going to let me see her right?
Mom, you really need to stop drinking....
OH FINE I DONT NEED TO YOU TO TALK TO ME!
...and she hung up.
Maybe I will find someone to wear a Slanta Sluit for my girl this year, make it special...
1 comment:
This reminds me of the drunken phone calls from fil. Middle of the night, yelling paaarrrttyyyyeer on our answering machine. He says other stuff too, but we can't make it out. We have a couple drunks for parents and decided we're not going to be fooled anymore either.
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