tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063279524477351975.post7737624661979786745..comments2023-04-07T06:42:59.992-07:00Comments on These Women's Words: The Aunt Saran Wrap CommitmentChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02992006304383497430noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063279524477351975.post-42698711224678789002010-09-28T12:22:57.641-07:002010-09-28T12:22:57.641-07:00My Aunt was Betty, and she sucked the fucking life...My Aunt was Betty, and she sucked the fucking life out of me and made me feel worthless and still haunts me from her fucking grave <i>every single time</i> I buy clothes, I am fucking fourteen again. <br /><br />"Now, this is for when you lose weight so you can find yourself a boyfriend, okay? Now, Bethy was always up on the latest trends, okay, and she always was very popular. Now, your mom tells me you're playing softball, and that's great, Bethy played softball too, but she was also Captain of the Dance Team and the Pom Squad and the Dick Suckers, because it's about balance, okay sweetie? Kind of like your diet? You have to do girl stuff too, like I told your mom, in high school? The best times you'll have are at school dances, and if you want to fit into a beautiful dress..."a;dfjkal;dkfja;sdlkfj;asdlfjk;askldfj;aksdjf;laskjf;alksdjf;alsdjkf<br /><br />"Well, I'm in theater too." And I taught horseback riding lessons to handicapped kids every weekend, and I was extremely embarrassed by it because I never went out since I had to be at the barn so early. <br /><br />"Now, honey. You can't really expect you're going to be any good at that, can you?" <br /><br />I TRIED SO HARD NOT TO PUNCH HER FACE EVERY SINGLE CONVERSATION. <br /><br />So I get it.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063279524477351975.post-260331527034068812010-09-25T01:35:15.365-07:002010-09-25T01:35:15.365-07:00choosing NOT to let someone or something have a ho...choosing NOT to let someone or something have a hold over you is a powerful, powerful thing.jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00096399788929322183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063279524477351975.post-21220966843448040742010-09-24T04:14:07.736-07:002010-09-24T04:14:07.736-07:00Wow. Aunt Mary Maxine gave me a pain in the chest...Wow. Aunt Mary Maxine gave me a pain in the chest! I, too, can see and hear her so well. And I realize I've known too many women like her.<br /><br />It's great that you recognize her (and Saran Wrap) as a cover for other frustrations. Hope today runs more kindly than yesterday.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063279524477351975.post-44851932504316871612010-09-23T09:29:12.182-07:002010-09-23T09:29:12.182-07:00Ah, I relate. I have been, as of late, just willi...Ah, I relate. I have been, as of late, just willing myself to not getting bent out of shape. It's working and it seems to be exponential, the more I do it the easier it gets. But, for the life of me, I can't understand why some days, I just can't do it. Le sigh.<br /><br />I can just picture Aunt Mary Maxine the way you describe her. I remember clearly my father's mother taking me shopping for a birthday outfit at eleven or twelve. She was never a warm woman and as I tried on the starchy cotton blouses, lifting my arms to pull them off, she wrinkled her nose, scrunched up her face and said,"someone needs to start wearing deodorant". Even then I realized, she has shame where I have none. It made me self conscious about being around her but not about my stinky pits thank god. Ah, another generation right.Ruby Tuesday Sometimes Wednesdayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12379398186535728671noreply@blogger.com