Today at work an older man started ranting about his elderly mother (apparently his purchase was for her). He told me how much of a devil she was in her old age. He told me how he wished she’d just die. At my silence he stated “you’ll understand one day.”
“No, actually, I miss my mom very much and I would give almost anything to have her back,” I said quietly. It took so much to hold in my emotion, to not cry. I shook slightly as I bagged his purchase.
“You know,” he huffed as he walked out, “not all mothers are motherly.”
If that’s the case, I can see where he got it from.
Sure, maybe I’m lucky I will never have to go through my mom’s elderly downhill spiral. I will never see her as she loses her memory or grows senile.
But I did see her deterioration. And you know what Mr. Asshole? She handled it the best she could and never once took it out on me. NO, I will never understand wishing my mother dead. I wish her alive and healthy and being able to experience the thirty-nine extra years that your mother has had.