Mothers don't get to choose....
How do you answer that?
Seriously...how do you answer that?
After a very fun afternoon of cross country skiing with the ladies, I head back to party central. Party Central is where my married friends GK and TK just bought a cottage, therefore there are many well wishers. These well wishers include S's parents.
Just as TK is going to give some of us a tour, S and L arrive, and L comes on the tour with us, and "the parents." In a quite minute I find myself alone with S's mom, who looks at L and then at me and says "Mothers don't get to choose."
Seriously...how do you answer that?
At this point I don't remember what I said. There was much red wine drank over the course of the evening. Actually I probably just gave her a small sad smile. Because what do you say....
You're son's a lying bastard, and I gave him every chance in the world. I don't think so.
I'm actually pretty proud of my small sad smile...because my gut reaction was to burst into tears, and tell her to force her son into seeing what he's really missing...and again, I don't think so.
Mother's don't get to choose.
Seriously...how do you answer that?
Life always works out for the better good in the end. If you don't feell like that yet, it's not the end.
ReplyDeleteYou could reply with; 'but mothers do have the choice regarding raising their children to be lying bastards or not.'
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