Time. Patience. Let the explosions cool down and keep things on the down-low. That is what to do with regards to my mom.
After all, by all accounts I should have been kicked out when I detonated. Everything she tended to say was pointing directly to that. And yet, that’s not what happened. The exact opposite happened.
She’s just like me and vents a lot, though with her it’s hazy as to whether she truly believes it. You ever hear most Trump supporters talk? They constantly have to give themselves reassurance. Once it’s pointed out, you notice it constantly with them. But it’s very hard to be around, obviously. You think I’m edgy? I am nothing but a mere Kitten compared to the Roaring Lion that she is.
And my detonation was needed. She needed to be woken up to the fact that we should have been going to all those appointments. Look at how long we dragged our feet on getting me to the OBGYN, and yes I am also taking some blame there. It wasn’t entirely our fault because they wanted to send us to a doctor who has long since retired, so of course we couldn’t get through. But still, we needed to act.
But everything will be okay. I am on the right paths. After all, when my dad would constantly bitch and moan while my friends and I were at punk shows and get pissed that we went in the mosh pit despite him telling us not to, my mom was hanging out behind the building, smoking and having a great time talking to Mark Unseen or Rob Chaos between their sets. She loved how sweet and kindhearted they were deep down. She had fun.
My father’s rage and my mother’s love.
The love I have manifested today with my colour is strong. The karma gained for saving her life is powerful. And I am loved.
There’s nothing wrong with me. This is how I’m supposed to me.
I believe in me.
Strange Kitten, out 💚