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Here's how cute Breakup Mom is. For Mother's Day, I bought her the
soundtrack of this year's most maddeningly, outrageously underrated movie,
Babe: Pig in the City. (The first Babe, just so you know, is our
all-time family favorite.) I didn't buy her the video because the film, in all
its brilliance, is on the tragically disturbing side; I didn't think she'd sit
through it again. Turns out, when she opened her gift, she'd just come home
with a copy of the video herself.
"But Breakup Mom," I said, "are you actually going to watch
"No," she said. "I just wanted to support it."
By the way, thank you, Breakup Mom, for raising a pig with a mission.
Another brief tribute:
Down But Not Out writes that after a breakup (one that her friends didn't
seem to understand) ...
"..I woke up around 4 AM today feeling like everyone was letting me
down, this love might not have been real, love and life are too hard, I don't
want to do them anymore, crying my eyes out. And I knew I needed to talk to
someone right away, but it was the middle of the night. So I finally called my
mom (she was on the East coast so it was just after 7am there). I rarely call
her in times of crisis because she's pretty unstable herself, has never had a
successful relationship, compares my problems to her completely unrelated
problems in an effort to get me to listen to hers, etc. I usually end up
playing the grownup. But she was all I had.
I could hardly talk I was sobbing so hard, and Mom listened to everything I
had to say. Not only did she totally come through for me supportwise,
she even said my friends were wrong about my ex. She said from what she could
see, he did love me, but when it got serious he got scared and couldn't handle
it. He wanted it, but couldn't deal, and that's why he drew me closer and
voiced his doubts at the same time. It was a classic case of fear of intimacy.
It rang so true, I knew she had hit the nail on the head. I said, how come you
get this and my friends don't? She said, You know him, you know what really
happened, trust yourself!
I felt so much better! Not only did he love me after all, but I could give
him a break and not be so angry, which made me feel bad too. So the moral of
this story is:
Sometimes parents have a lot more to offer than you think they will, even if
you're all grown up. Experience really counts! And they like to be leaned on
and feel needed. Even dysfunctional ones might get it together to help
BG responds: BAAAAA RAAAAM EWE!
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