The Things I Did

I know you love me, and I love you too, but there are some parts of me that are rather ugly. I think of things I did in the past with a sneer, like a bad taste in my mouth.
Especially with men.
Ew!!! I think - why did I do that?

Then of course I remember it’s all because of my mother.
I brush it off with the back of my hand and get back to my life.

KIDDING.

Of course, I am my mother’s daughter, but I certainly added my own little personalized touch of cruelty. See, being the child of a not-so-well-handled divorce by two parents that were unfathomably young and unaware, I saw a lot of nasty daggers thrown around in the place that I called home.

Nobody had had the idea to work on themselves. There was no online therapy, inner child classes or sound meditations in that ice-age of self realization. Both my parents came from broken families and… Well let’s just say that the level of trust in men was running very low in my lineage.

My father’s father was a gambler, literally. He spent his life at t…