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The Aftermath of Your Betrayal
Cupid has judged me
Found me unworthy–
not enough, again
So I bind these breasts
this clitoris and vagina
tight-fisted in steel
No one shall pleasure me now
Not even myself
© 2018 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
Beautifully penned. A sweet poem about love, relationships, and food.
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Describe your relationship with your parents.
My mother has passed on now, and I don’t really like to speak ill of the dead, but our relationship was mostly strained all through my childhood and adulthood. Since I know the symptoms of Bipolar, being one myself, I honestly believe that my mother was bipolar too. She was never diagnosed or treated, except for the Valiums she took when I was really young. Mother had an extremely abusive father who threatened her life and that of her sisters and mother frequently. I could never ask my mother for advice or make comments without her dredging up her past and relaying stories that had nothing to do with what I needed to know. I eventually stopped talking to my mother unless it was just general, casual conversations. She was depressed, lonely and at times out of touch with her surroundings. I never had friends over, but occasionally a cousin would come to stay for a couple of weeks. I spent a good deal of my summers away from home to avoid all the fighting going on between mother and my sister. I loved mother dearly, but from a distance.
Dad is more easy-going and relaxed. He taught me about Football and Baseball, and how to fish. If I had listened, I probably would have learned how to be patient. He loved my mother dearly and put up with her tantrums pretty well. I didn’t have to be cautious around Dad; I could always be myself and he would accept me. He’s in his late 60s now and retired. He takes care of my brother who has a bad back. If he had the money, he would probably take care of anyone who needed it. He gets that quality from his mother, who opened her home to anyone in need. I live over a 1000 miles from him and have for the last eight years. I miss him. I miss that inner peace and stillness I feel when I am around him. He is the last of his family line, all his sisters and brothers have passed on, and he is the rock of our family.