In the early 1980’s, also known as the dark ages for those who cannot imagine a world without cellphones, I drove my parents paneled Chrysler station wagon to work one night, at a higher end, Chicago area restaurant, where I was employed as a busboy. Being a new driver, my parents demanded I call them before heading home after my shift - so If I didn’t arrive home in 20 minutes, they would know there was something wrong. Seemed reasonable. When my shift ended, after midnight, I left for home - but forgot to call first.
I was always accused of laziness by my mother because rather than going out to play boring games in the street I preferred to read in my room with my cat for company.
It was not until I was in my 40s that my lifetime of psycho-damage from my mother was abruptly brought to an end when I heard my Doctor berating his daughter using my "industriousness" as a fine example to hurt her!
I was stunned. I was also mortified that he had set me up for resentment from a friend I valued.
So - I escaped my mother's old negative assessment only to find myself on a pedestal that was perpetually rocked with snarky comments like "Ms Goody2Shoes"!
I was always accused of laziness by my mother because rather than going out to play boring games in the street I preferred to read in my room with my cat for company.
It was not until I was in my 40s that my lifetime of psycho-damage from my mother was abruptly brought to an end when I heard my Doctor berating his daughter using my "industriousness" as a fine example to hurt her!
I was stunned. I was also mortified that he had set me up for resentment from a friend I valued.
So - I escaped my mother's old negative assessment only to find myself on a pedestal that was perpetually rocked with snarky comments like "Ms Goody2Shoes"!