It’s 1988. I’m a teenager, living with Mom.

Things are kind of rocky.  I’m turning into my Dad. The man she divorced when I was five. The genes just have too much power. I talk like him, even argue like he did.  It is driving her nuts.

Anyhow, we had just gotten into a huge fight about some bullshit.  Probably my untidy bedroom or leaving car parts on the table.

Then it happens.

Those words. Five words.  She is about to regret not thinking more about what she is saying.

She says “You son of a bitch!”

I had just walked into my bedroom.  I turn and grin.

“You’re right, mom.”

The look on her face as it sunk in was priceless.  I just shut the door, slowly. The grin won’t go away.

(Charlie Sheen would say I was “WINNING!”)

I wish she could say those five words to me today.  Cancer sucks.

MJ

Advertisements
Comments
  1. MT says:

    I’m sorry for your loss, MJ

    *hugs* ~ Michelle

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s