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Work mom
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personal
)
by
jessicaj
Mon Mar 27 2017 at 4:19:27
My real mom hugs me, but not the way that
my boss does. We
kiss
at work.
It seemed strange when I started,
but now that I'm accustomed to it
I couldn't imagine an affection free day.
When I was a kid my mom read
a stack of books
while she was packing
and moving. My boss gives me
toothpaste, shampoo, praise, honesty,
and unconditional love.
My boss never had a
mom
. Her dad found her
and her siblings at an orphanage
when she was about four. Her grandfather raped her.
But she was able to keep her baby sister virginal.
She keeps it real, the way a mother should.
When I was married my mom sided with him.
I'm hard to get along with, admit it, my family says.
My boss tells me that I'm strong, smart,
amazing, and a very good mother.
Sometimes I try to believe her.
People in my family don't understand why
I love working at a grocery store
when I could be finding a better job
where I would earn more money.
When I was a kid my parents stole my savings.
I got married when they got
divorced
.
I'd be a millionaire today had I been able to follow my values.
Instead I married someone who charged more than $50,000
to credit cards taken out in my name.
Typical story; husband takes destitute wife to cleaners.
It's hard for me to hang onto money
and save it. Or to see the value in doing so,
because ever since I was a child I was taught
that saving things means someone else
feasts while you famine.
Fortunately for me I am seeing the error
of my ways. It wasn't me that was the problem.
It was my environment and the examples set by others who should
have known better.
Having a work mom means I can start giving
Jill
and
Jane
The kind of love that I never got from the woman who gave me
the middle initial R, crazy blonde hair, bitter green eyes,
fading scars and a temper. After all, the hand that goes up
in anger, marks pale flesh. I'm not perfect, but at least
my kids are safer and wealthier than I was.
The best mothers know that unless children feel safe
and loved, protected, cherished, nurtured,
respected, forgiven even when they fuck up,
you'll never be able to pass that along
to future generations. Thanks mom.
I love you
.
Cookery
The day I traded my mom in for a robot
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