I think just the opposite, Copa. Why else would they be so freaking focused on us? Why else destroy a beautiful comforter in so sneaky and underhanded a fashion.
To hurt, to destroy in secret, because there is too much fear to confront the higher, finer, stronger pseudo mom.
We were marginalized because we were forever believing in that stupid family dinner, Copa. It has nothing to do with the sisters or their shortcomings. We are the ones who chose to believe in them, Copa. Not the other way around. That we backed up and backed up the harder they pushed until they backed us into the shame and contempt of our childhoods has been, in a most astonishing way, a gift.
The sisters were never as we believed them to be. Here is a true thing, Copa: Neither were we as we were taught to believe ourselves to be, either.
Huh.
Cedar
I am happy for the Thanksgiving with M family.
D H mom believed baked beans to be an American traditional food.
That is why we have them at every holiday but Christmas Eve, which is the Italian Feast of the Fishes. For every other holiday, including Thanksgiving, baked beans make their appearance.
And at Christmas, along with Messiah and opera, there was Elvis "Parsley", singing about a blue Christmas.
And the American, Brenda Lee, bopping around the Christmas tree.
To this day, we play Elvis and Brenda Lee at the holidays. For Italian D H, that is Christmas music.
:O)
Cedar
