My mother told me one:
“You know, I think if we’d sent you to public school you would’ve become a drug addict”.
I don’t remember if I was still in high school at the time, or if I was in college, it was before the mental health treatment at 23.
I don’t know what prompted her to say it, if anything. She was casually cruel. Offhandedly so, all the time. She put on her cheery, upbeat, cookie-baking Carol face for everyone else.
I got the other.
Like Jekyll and Hyde.
I didn’t become an addict. I took the meds. Nothing got fixed.
Wonder if she’s doing dry January this year. It was tough on her last time she tried.
Family of drunks, hypocrites, liars.
Reap what you sow.
Laughs and Lobotomies 