Is it irrational to have feelings for a Hurricane?
When I found out that "Irene" was coming up the coast, my initial, irrational, childish, reaction was...
"Crap, Mom's coming for me."
Yes. My very estranged, very dead, Mother's name is Irene.
My Mother and I never got along.
I wanted an all accepting mom.
She wanted the girly girl interested in beauty, fashion, homemaking and ... I don't know.
I could've been those things...maybe... but sandwiched between two brothers I would've had no chance.
We never saw eye-to-eye.
I was outspoken (mouthy) and never gave in.
I was adopted.
I knew that from the beginning. I don't think that was the issue, although I think totally different genetics may have had something to do with it.
We NEVER agreed.
I did everything that was important to her. Begging for acceptance.
I tried modeling, at five. I pushed the other kid off the stage (Sorry Randy). FAIL
I excelled in Cheerleading (at least in Jr. high) it was never enough. Too Good?
Here I am.
More than 10 years after her death...
my initial instinct is DOOM.
I am what I am.
She should then and now be PROUD of me.
I am an Independent woman and am doing right by everyone I know.
Isn't that what matters?
Good Night Irene.