Happy Birthday to … Mom
October is a big birthday month in my family. I decided to do a little post for some of the birthday boys and girls I know.
After college graduation I moved to California. I kept in touch with my then ex-girlfriend. We had broken up because of the move, so we were in a weird ‘what is this’ state.
I’ll get to the mom element of this, I promise, it’ll just take a second.
One day [I’m skipping the sob story version of this] things between the ex and I ended. Wah wah wah. They ended in a way I hadn’t expected. I was in the library parking lot, about to go in the library to check emails and hang out (it’s a really nice library).
After getting off the phone with my ex (who I had yelled at a bit – sorry about that …) I decided to call my sister to say, “well, [ex] and I won’t be talking any more.” I got a hold of E$, who said, “hey!” then I said, “hey” … and then, ruh roh, a bag full of emotions came pouring out of me.
I made some sort of animal being tortured noise, she guessed, “is it [ex]?” and I replied, “gotta go.”
I ended up talking to my ex one or two more times that day (ending on a way too civil weird note), and my sister. The next day I talked to my mom briefly, who happened to be out shopping with my sister the day before when I’d called.
The reason for this story is the line my mom said to me. We talked for a bit about this and that and then she said,
“We don’t have to talk about [ex] but I just want you to know if I ever see her I will murder her with an axe.”
Fantastic, right? I liked that not only was my mom looking out for me, but she was looking out for me with a very specific (and gruesome) weapon of choice.
Happy bday to my warrior mom!
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