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Friday, February 14, 2020

THE DRAMA ONE HOUSE OVER


I heard a scream! Actually, it was more like a shriek, and a shrill one at that, then another! I feared someone's arm was caught in a threshing machine or wood chipper! I raced to the window. A teenage girl was on her knees hugging the legs of a neighbor's son.

"WHY!?" she wailed almost howling as she clutched his legs even tighter. "Waaaaaah," she cried as tears streamed down her puffy red face.

The lad glanced up and noticed me watching from my window. -- Probably others were too, since this was an otherwise quiet Sunday afternoon.

Embarrassed, he picked her up by the arms and placed her inside a car as she sobbed loudly the entire time. He got in the driver's side and they took off. Ahhh young love!

This happened years ago but remains vivid in my mind.

Inexplicably this drama queen remained in the picture for several years after, always as loud and hysterical as ever! Usually she went into histrionics whenever I was trying to read. Geez, that's what I get for leaving my windows open!

I recall the boy asking her a simple, innocent question. She chose to perceive it in the wrong tone of voice and read all manner of things into it! The poor kid tried to explain and even apologized, but she wouldn't let him or drop it. This gave me the urge to go outside and punch her! But I knew better than to get involved. My relationship with this family amounted to nothing more than a quick wave from time-to-time.

I wondered where the lad's mother was during all of this. She was a stay-at-home-mom.Why didn't she come out there and slap this girl silly! Perhaps the boy told his mom not to interfere with his love life. However, I think this is a case where either Mom or Dad needed to parent-up!

This kid was being abused mentally and damaged psychologically. What was disturbing is that the boy was putting up with this and accepting it. This made me wonder about his family dynamics. And I certainly remember mine well!

I had some truly toxic people in my life growing up whom I should have exorcised immediately. Whenever I cried and complained to my mother I was scolded and told, "That's just their way and you have to learn to accept people as they are, not how you want them to be!" -- NO YOU DON'T!!! That was terrible advice!!!

My mother was a puncher, slapper, pincher, & kicker. This accelerated after my grandfather's death when she knew she could get away with it. The pinching & kicking usually happened under the table in public. The punching & slapping occurred in private.

Frequently I was told by her, "When your husband beats you, don't come running home to us, we don't want you!" She was grooming me to be an abused wife! 

I don't know where this came from; my father was never abusive toward her. Perhaps this was my punishment for being a disappointment to her. She seemed to expect a Shirley Temple clone, only cuter with more talent.

I've often wished that I could travel back in time and be the supportive mother to myself I never had. I don't blame her for ruining my life, because my life isn't ruined! But I do blame her for much misery that was totally unnecessary!

In therapy, I learned that when anyone starts showing disrespectful or manipulative behavior or does anything that makes you uncomfortable, distance yourself from them, fast! They have no place in your life!

Also some relationships run their course; when they're over, just forget them. NEVER under any circumstances chase after anyone who walks away.

I discovered that other neighbors were familiar with the antics of this girl as well."Oh yeah, she's quite the drama queen!"one told me, and agreed she needed psychiatric treatment! "He's such a mild boy," they said.

Too much so, I fear. Listening to his girlfriend's histrionics, I wondered if someday they'd both be the subject of a Lifetime Movie. She was certainly disturbed enough!

One day, I began to notice a prolonged and welcome period of quiet over there. Both young people seemed to have vanished. Perhaps the lad had gone off to college or found a job and moved far away. I just hope that loony girl didn't follow him!

Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!


Saturday, February 1, 2020

THE THIRD ONE


My hungry eyes were filled with forbidden longing. My lips moistened with joyous anticipation as my eager tongue ached to embrace it. Lest I be rendered out of control from lust I quickly hit the fast-forward button whenever I caught a glimpse of it in a TV commercial. I must confess, I am a pizza slut.

My long time favorite consists of goat cheese, Portobello mushrooms & kalamata olives.This delicacy was on my forbidden list for months and for valid reasons. I needed to be careful; already I had experienced one close call.

I'd been happily enjoying my dinner when suddenly I almost swallowed a foreign object. I removed what I thought was either a bone or pit from my mouth -- neither of which were in my veggie pasta! I almost tossed it down the garbage disposal; however my curiosity compelled me to look closer. I rinsed it off and recoiled in horror! Someone's teeth were contaminating my food! Eeeeewww!

Suddenly I realized they were mine! My temporary dental bridge had come loose. I popped it back in and cautiously continued my meal.

Around that time, I had what I thought (although there was suspicion) an ardent admirer. Soon we would be meeting at a restaurant for the first time. I had to be vigilant in ordering and remember to eat slowly.

"Be careful kissing," a neighbor cautioned.

I made it clear that I had no intention of kissing this guy after our lunch date, or perhaps ever. Nevertheless I was certainly glad that I wasn't an open mouth tongue kisser. That's just gross and repulsive to me! Not to mention in my current situation HE might end up with my temporary bridge inside his stomach.

"You'd get it back in a day or two," she replied.

"I wouldn't want it back!" I exclaimed. "And I certainly would never put it back inside my mouth!"

I've never been fond of kissing anyway! You never know about another person's dental hygiene. At least I know that I'm a fanatical brusher and flosser, most are not!

As fate would have it, my so-called ardent admirer turned out to be a romantic scammer. There was no meeting for lunch. I dropped him like a rock when he asked me to lend him $6000 just the week before our scheduled meet.

The good news is that my bone graft has healed and a permanent bridge (my third one) has been installed. I am free again to enjoy pizza to my heart's content! -- But only on my weekly cheat day. I intend to stay this size!

But ah, pizza! Welcome back into my life!