So yes, momma had come to collect me from the club to which I had escaped. I snuck out of the house thinking she would never know. I had gotten away with the impossible. And I found myself dancing with the finest guy in the club. I was in ecstasy, but life interrupted, momma snuck in and took over my dance.
She said, "Don't even think of stopping. You chose to be here, dance your dance." And so I danced. I danced the dance of THE HORSE in full view of the entire club. I heard the hush whispers, "That is her momma, how embarrassing is that?" It was more horrifying than the reality it road in on. I was caught. I finished my dance, even lack luster. My momma said, "No bring it, you chose this, now finish it!" Then she said right on cue, "I am going to beat your a@@ when we get home. So dance. Dance like never before."
My mother was 21 years older than me, just a child really. When we got to the RV the first thing I said was, "I hate you!", something I had never said before or since. Thinking this was the stun gun I needed, instead she responded, "I hate you too." I was floored. How could she? It could be because we were in pain and in a stand off. Whose pain would win?
The answer is no one won. I know she did not mean it and she knew I did not mean it, but there was too much pain in between. So we rested. And we became silent. And we pretended that night never happened.
And hence is that pain and problem.
She said, "Don't even think of stopping. You chose to be here, dance your dance." And so I danced. I danced the dance of THE HORSE in full view of the entire club. I heard the hush whispers, "That is her momma, how embarrassing is that?" It was more horrifying than the reality it road in on. I was caught. I finished my dance, even lack luster. My momma said, "No bring it, you chose this, now finish it!" Then she said right on cue, "I am going to beat your a@@ when we get home. So dance. Dance like never before."
My mother was 21 years older than me, just a child really. When we got to the RV the first thing I said was, "I hate you!", something I had never said before or since. Thinking this was the stun gun I needed, instead she responded, "I hate you too." I was floored. How could she? It could be because we were in pain and in a stand off. Whose pain would win?
The answer is no one won. I know she did not mean it and she knew I did not mean it, but there was too much pain in between. So we rested. And we became silent. And we pretended that night never happened.
And hence is that pain and problem.
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