The view I have on my childhood home, is that my father sits and does nothing and my mother runs around busy busy.
And yet how much further from the truth that actually was.
My father sat, after he abused.
My mother did nothing about the abuse.
Their opposing actions are what twist the mind of a child.
We look for signs, and see the opposite of our experiences, we think we are nuts, we have a problem in our head.
There he sits and does nothing, there she goes busy again.
As we speak, she is in another land, rocking orphaned babies. It is ironic or not that she is rocking her own children…for we were left on our own in our own home.
Orphaned but not homeless. Orphaned with parents.
(I am not for sure for sure, IF she is gone to the orphanage as planned, this is an assumption of mine.) I may hear of my false info, so wanted to be upfront, the plans may have changed, it could already have happened, her where abouts is unknown to me.)
I M Perfect lady 