Goodbye, Mother

I was coddled, but only as a baby.

Then I grew up a little bit and

the conditioning began. It was all about her narcissistic presumptions, but

I wouldn’t know what was really wrong

until I grew up into my fifties, and finally, at sixty.

My sister and daughter both tried to tell me,

but I was in denial: nothing was really wrong.

It took a stranger to suggest that I would never find the “good mother.”

My family tried to tell me.

My wife was patient—to a point.

I will never find the good mother,

until I accept the “good enough” me.

Finally, my wife had to tell me,

“She’s dead and still controlling you.

Until you accept that our life is good,

you’ll be right there with her,

co-dependent, in her grave.”

She is dead and I want nothing more from her.

My new conditioning has begun.

She can be a narcissistic bitch, alone,

in her grave;

I can take good care of myself.

By Carol Jewell

From: United States

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