2008
Evolution of an Ice Queen
Not all ice queens are born that way. We’re made.
A couple years ago, during one proselytizing session on the importance of choosing a lifelong mate carefully, my mom divulged her belief that my father spent some time with his ex-wife after my mom and dad were married. I wanted to believe she was just being crazy ‘ol mom, but really, only she and he know the truth. One of them more than the other.
Women get billed as being crazy when a good part of the time, it’s our gut instinct telling us something isn’t right. And then we investigate, and all hell breaks loose.
If we choose to stay in a relationship after lies and deceptions have been revealed, we’re bound to be a bit bitter. Maybe that’s what happened to my mom. Now that I’m in a similar situation, I can’t help but think—what if I end up like her?
I’m not becoming my mom so much as empathizing with her. Here’s a big fat “You were right mom.” That’s a bit vague, only if you’re not a woman.
Stumbled across this article form a new Texas-based Webzine called Totally Her. It’s called “How My Mother Helped Me Choose the Right Man.” About the best ways our moms can advise us on our relationships. This is awesome, practical, and shows why mom really does know best after all. But really, a lifetime of example says even more.
In the end, no relationship is perfect. You have to choose what faults you’ll live with. My mom should have married a Christian man with a lot of money. The kind that wouldn’t mind my Alzhemeric grandmother movin’ in.
I’m still deciding what, if anything, I’m willing to put up with.
