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A Month With Mom – Part 17 – Dating A Girl Just Like Mom

This one is a day late…… A few months ago I wrote about the girl that was my longest relationship before my wife.  Well this girl was a lot like my mother.  She was very bossy and wanted things a certain way.  She cared about the appearance of things and not the reality.   I don’t

A Month With Mom – Part 16 – Dealing With The Ex

Sorry – this one is a couple of days late. My parents don’t get along. I mean really don’t get along at all. I’m not sure I can stress this enough. My father always seemed to be doing what he did in the best interest of the children. My mother on the other hand was

A Month With Mom – Part 15 – If You Have It I’m Entitled Also

At one point in this whole debacle where I stopped talking to my mom, Xie thought she would try to mend things. She dropped me off at burger king to eat and went over to my mothers to talk (this is all second hand mind compared to most things I’ve written). Xie sat her down

A Month With Mom – Part 14 – Father Issues

My Mother, a grown woman now in her 50′s is still scared to death of her father.  She will do anything to avoid getting a lecture from him, this includes just telling him what he wants to hear, regardless if she is sincere or not.  My grandfather does have wisdom, but at the same time

A Month With Mom – Part 13 – Talking Behind The Back

For some reason it’s a considered a cardinal sin in society to talk about people behind their backs.  In my family however it’s an Olympic event.   I’m not sure my mother would get the gold, but I’m sure she would at least get the silver. When you live in a split family you get used

A Month With Mom – Part 12 – Gossip Girl

My mother loves to gossip.  She loves to spread gossip.  She loves to receive gossip.  If you are familar with the musical “The Music Man” at all she is one of the “Pick A little, Talk A Little Women” She would go to the community pool under the pretext of watching my sisters swim. If

A Month With Mom – Part 11 – Keeping Up With The Jones

As far back as I remember when I went to someone’s house the first question my mother asked me when I got home was never “Did you have fun?” Maybe that was too plebeian for her and her non-bourgeois ways. She didn’t want to be like every other mother on the planet and ask the