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Originally Posted by Juliette
I don't risk it much- basically, I've seen my mother phoning her mother every day of her life (until my surprisingly brilliant but bossy gran was taken by a TIA, ironically during one of these calls, and couldn't speak properly for the rest of her days). Puts one off doing that!
Plus my mother is scary in a lot of other unfunny (euphemism) ways. (I aim to make it her problems, though, because I've already done more than a daughter is supposed to do, or any other person including a therapist should- quoting the Beatles, with a little help from my friend, but little help means that the most of one's problem is, sadly, one's). So, uhm, I hope not!
On the other hand, I can see the point  with all the great hugging families we got here, mother-dependance is often an obligated reality. EW. (and I've learned to keep away from mommy's boys too  ) |
You look quite ready for a free coupon of the Society. Any time. There are two great categories of formidable mothers, culture wise. Our, and the one depicted by Woody Allen in New York stories, speaking to him from the sky. For reasons that are too long to explain now, I think that our category can be reduced to reason by the Society approach. The other one leads straight away to Portnoy's Complaint.