I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately. Whatever happened to us?
Remember all the good times we had in college?! We were so tight! Sleep was fleeting, classes were tough, and the dating scene was intense, but we worked together and accomplished so much. We graduated with a degree and true love. And confidence.
And how about your wedding day?! You didn’t see you the way I saw you; strong, capable, peaceful. You looked so beautiful in your gown. I don’t want to make this all about me, but I wish you had been prouder of our relationship that day.
I supported you through both of your pregnancies. I was strong for both deliveries. I was patient during both recoveries. It seems like the more I give, the less you appreciate it! You know I’ll never leave you, but if you don’t start making me a priority, I promise that you will regret it.
It’s like you don’t even care about me any more…
I can’t remember when we last spent quality time together. I know you’re busy, but I’ve always been there for you. Is it so wrong to want some reciprocity? I feel I’ve earned it and I know I damn well deserve it.
Oh, and I heard what your son said yesterday.
You didn’t think I caught it, did you? Muffled under his napkin at the dinner table.
Yeah, I heard. I don’t blame him, though; I blame you. Little ears hang onto every word, and you’re constantly disrespecting me so how can I possibly blame the 3-year-old for repeating the words he hears every day?! You teach your kids to speak kind words to one another; what about to themselves?! Start setting an example now or you’re going to raise children who look for flaws instead of beauty. Ugly insides are far worse than a little junk in the trunk, don’t you agree?
If you’re that upset with the way you look, let’s start working out together again! DUH! Why not jump on the treadmill? Use that spinner for something other than hanging wet towels? The ball is in your court. I’ll be waiting, as usual.
Lay off the ice cream,
Kim Bongiorno’s reaction to her daughter telling her, “Mama you have fat legs” is something I’ll carry with me forever. Note to self: love me more.