My profile pic right now is great. This is what my mother and my maternal grandfather looked like when they were pissed. I see now that the only difference is my hair color. Much lighter than theirs.
My biological father was German. But my face, that's my mother and her father looking back at me! My mom had a most intense stare, and so did my grampa. My brother and I used to wither under these sorts of gazes.
I should put a link here for when I change my profile pic, you can still click and see the one I'm referencing here...
Hard stareI'm going to be candid because I have to be. I haven't been doing ok lately. I've been doing a lot of "Why Me?" and thinking about my mother and how unhappy she was. Yes, it started when I began to write that song "Life Isn't Fair" that mentions my mother's face. And how she looked so sad when she told me that life wasn't fair. That really happened. How sad she was so much of the time!
I've been thinking about my mom ever since that song. Different things happened in my life recently, you guys all know that. People came back into my life and turned everything upside down. I haven't been around so much since then.
I have a certain amount of shame. That's what part of it is. I'm laying low because I'm ashamed of myself for having been weak. Not saying No to a certain someone.
It's the conscious mind versus the heart.
But I'm going off-topic. My mother.
She lost her sister and her mother, on Nov 16 -several years before I was born, and allegedly the night I was born also.
I personally believe my mother hated me for this. Always.
For the longest time I never knew why she hated me, but I always knew I was not the fave.That's an understatement. And she had told me a few things about when I was born that had made me know I wasn't welcome. Well, she'd long ago told me that I was an accident and my brother was planned.
But I later when I was 18, 20, found the ancient family bible. To my shock and horror there were death certificates in there, that gave up this info. Yep, I'm not lying or making this up. I was born under a bad sign. November 16 in my family was a death day.My mother's twin sister and also her mother died on November 16. My birthday. Both the night I was born, and several years before then but also on 11-16..
Today I wonder if I am cursed. I never fell into this line of thinking before now.
My mother told me on more than one occasion that she thought she was cursed. So many horrible things had happened to my mother that I believed her.
Anyway. I need to move on to happier subjects. I am recovering from being really sick with strep throat, had to go to the doc and get medicine, antibiotics... So this might be coming from an unwell mental place.Forgive me.