When Your Mother Comes Back From The Dead

My mother was sassy, well-dressed, charming and mean, and boy, could she cook.

Why I attract these traits (minus the cooking) in the women I meet is a mystery, but I do over and over again.

Fashion plates totin Uzis.

I’ve had a host of therapists with different theories, like…it’s what’s familiar Susannah…it’s actually you who gravitates toward them.

You’re self-possessed to a fault which makes you very attractive to women who are not.

You’re trying to recreate the relationship you had with your mother hoping it will go better this time.

You’re too nice…women who aren’t hate that therefore want to punish you.

It’s amazing some of these shrinks are in business.

The only one that has ever rang a bell is the first.  You are attracted to what you’re used to.

Just look at my list of abusive, philandering, alcoholic men and…

BINGO.  As dangerous as it is staying in a situation that harms, it’s safe…like sleeping on a minefield.

Reminds me of the battered baby who, when a loving social worker tried taking it away from its mother, didn’t want to go…though this was who beat it so brutally, mom was all she knew.

You’d think awareness would finally keep the undesirables out of your life, and you have gotten better, but every once in a while one sneaks through like a groundhog.

I never handle them any better because the first thing, besides changing your number, is to not engage with their craziness, easier said than done.

My mother was so nuts I learned to avoid her whenever possible.  Sometimes seeing her couldn’t be helped, like when you’d walk into your room to find her rifling through your drawers smoking one of your Luckies.  Oh hi Ma, need an ashtray?

My most recent nutty lady, a former fat model, has finally taken flight leaving me with all the blame.

That’s another lovely quality, you’re responsible for the chaos they cause…she made me say those awful things…I stole her boyfriend because she left us alone after all.   I’ve done everything for her that ungrateful, skinny ass bitch.  It’s why I’m so fat…it was she who drove me back to that buffet table.

I wish there was a shot you could get, an inoculation like for smallpox or shingles so when one of these nuts appear you’re protected.

Or a repellent…a spray you could douse yourself with before leaving the house.

Wouldn’t that be great?

I don’t know about you, but I’d make skid marks with my sleeve rolled up.

SB

 

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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20 Responses to When Your Mother Comes Back From The Dead

  1. I’m a total believer in gravitating towards what is familiar. As horrible as it is sometimes, it still feels like a fuzzy blanket.
    Repellent, alarms, bells, sirens … whatever it takes, it’s all welcome.

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  2. micklively says:

    They say a newly hatched duck will just follow the first moving object it sees, whether it be a donkey or a Sherman tank. Biology creates bonds that make no sense. But that lack of sense doesn’t mean the bonds can be shaken off like a snakeskin. Like Blackpool rock, it’s written right through you.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, we all get a few nuts in our lives; some more than others. Before I met my Pookie-Pie, I always gravitated to the bad boys that didn’t have a faithful bone in their body. Whenever I met a nice guy, I got bored, no challenge. Maybe this is because I was such a late bloomer, I didn’t want someone who would make me settle down and end all the single girl fun.
    I’m sorry you’re still a nut magnate. It’s easy for someone to say recognize the problem and quit befriending them. But they appear normal at first and only reveal the nuttiness a teeny bit at a time.

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  4. Although, this likely explains your attraction to Mr. Peanut. I can’t help but feel that there is a lot of truth in what you say here. And it makes a lot of sense.

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  5. Elle Knowles says:

    You are an easy target Susannah, with your eyes always open, caring for the underdog. Word has gotten around on the streets. 😉 but that’s a good trait. I’m sure you have made positive impressions on many. You can’t change your backstory – just rise above it as you seem to do. ~Elle

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  6. For a long time all my girlfriends were “eccentric.” (Let’s call them that!) They were fun when they were on. When they were off, it was best to get out of Dodge. Luckily I learned but not till late in life. That was also true for men. At 20 I would have considered my husband boring. What a dope I was!

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