Friday, 23 July 2010

peace with mom

The inevitable happened: my mother and I made peace. Well, basically, my mother was a little passive agressive with me at first, showing her disdain. Then when we broached the topic (of course, after I reassured her I was going to pay her back 200$/month from the debt I owe her), she very grandly announced that she changed, and that she would never let herself undergo the "abuse" that she put up with when she was with me. That she knows not to react to my terribleness. That she understands that I was under extreme stress the past few years.

Is there an emoticon for rolling your eyes? Give me a break.

Of course it's all me, as usual. She had no active part in her actions and reactions over the past few years. And of course cutting her daughter off for a year is an acceptable reaction to all the "abuse" she received. (just a reminder that the only examples of "abuse" are actually moments of being slightly inconsiderate - oversights that warrant nothing more than a reminder to remember her needs (one oversight at a time - not three years worth of resentments at once!), not a year of no contact!).

Is there an emoticon for rolling your eyes? If so, I would place a bold one right here!

"home" sweet "home"

Yes, "home" seems to be Italy now. Craziness. I don't know whether that is because my trip "home" to Montreal was so tiring and difficult, or whether is is just the force of being here for 6 years. But, that's it. Home is localita Ronchi di Campagnano, with hubby. It is quite frightening to acknowledge that. What happens if hubby dies? I couldn't stay here... could I?

I won't start worrying about that right now.

The moment I arrived home from the airport, I got a second wind. Our beautiful yard, the beautiful view, the quiet, the peace, the open space in our living area, the birds, the fresh food, hubby's warm embrace and frenzied doing. I am already back in my comfort zone and feel like I never left. The kids are happy here too. They are sleeping well, playing easily, eating and just thriving. Why do I ever leave?

a long, long while

It's been a long, long while blog dearest. And I am not sure I can be thorough in recounting the events, trials and tribulations of the past two months. So...I suppose... I won't even try.