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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 678171" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>How is that I am the fall guy? I fall apart when he does not come through with a small thing. And then, with that, I become the offender.</p><p></p><p>I guess it is because he is always scanning the environment for helpers, and never to help. Except maybe to say the words, let me help, while he has his hands out and walks the other way. And to offend in his world is very easy. It is to say, No. Stop , the theater, I am tired of it.</p><p>Yes. I am a good mother as long as I eat it. I am a bad mother when I say, even to myself, this is making me feel sick. I am sick.</p><p>Yes. This morning I was rushing around late for the doctor. I thought of the first sentence of a memoir, about my mother.</p><p></p><p>It was something like this: When I was already old I came to accept that I had feared loving my whole life because I had been betrayed by the one I had loved most of all, my mother. </p><p></p><p>I know it is a convoluted sentence. It brings tears to my eyes.</p><p></p><p>COPA</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 678171, member: 18958"] How is that I am the fall guy? I fall apart when he does not come through with a small thing. And then, with that, I become the offender. I guess it is because he is always scanning the environment for helpers, and never to help. Except maybe to say the words, let me help, while he has his hands out and walks the other way. And to offend in his world is very easy. It is to say, No. Stop , the theater, I am tired of it. Yes. I am a good mother as long as I eat it. I am a bad mother when I say, even to myself, this is making me feel sick. I am sick. Yes. This morning I was rushing around late for the doctor. I thought of the first sentence of a memoir, about my mother. It was something like this: When I was already old I came to accept that I had feared loving my whole life because I had been betrayed by the one I had loved most of all, my mother. I know it is a convoluted sentence. It brings tears to my eyes. COPA [/QUOTE]
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