Thanking — Cruelty, Hatred, Pain Etc., For My Success
Whom do you thank for your success?
Happy International Women’s Day to all females everywhere!
“I don’t give a damn what you say!” Nina said, pushing Vanessa away from her as she blocked the door. “You are not going out there to crucify her for not being there for us.”
Tears falling, Vanessa screamed, “I am twenty-seven years old and she never even once came to see us. No birthday cards, nothing from her. She was never there for us! It’s like we didn’t exist!”
“That’s why you spent all of your hard-earned money to find her so that you can punish her for not being the mother to the children she gave birth to?’ Her younger sister screamed, her back to the door.
“Our father was dead!” Vanessa screeched through her teeth in anger. “She should have stayed!”
“Yes, she should,” Nina threw back. “Did it occur to you that she was in so much grief that she realized that she couldn’t be the mother she is supposed to be?”
“I don’t care how she felt! We were children. We needed at least one parent!”
Nina nods, “Leaving us with our father’s parents was best for her because her mother wasn’t fit nor have the resources to care for us.”
“You always make excuses for the stupidity of others!” Vanessa fumed at her sister.
“Our grandparents raised us to understand that there is always more to the story than all eyes can see. What our mother did, was done for a reason,” Nina struggled to get her sister to understand.
“Her life should be hell for what she did to us, I have a right to let her know it.”
Nodding enraged, Nina battled with the hate that was eating up her sister’s heart, “Our grandparents, God rest their souls, did a damn good job. We were short of nothing, including love and kindness. Our mother’s absence improved our lives. Her not being there took nothing from us!”
“Maybe for you!” Vanessa shouts pacing inside the hotel room they booked more than three thousand miles away from their home.
“You don’t believe the PI you hired to find her?”
“I have the right to tell her what I know!”
“Her two other children are in prison for various crimes. Do you want to know what it feels like to be in prison?”
“No!” Vanessa shouts quickly.
“Our sister was raped by one of our mother’s boyfriends when she was thirteen. Do you want to know what that feels like?”
“No!” Vanessa screams again.
“Our brother stole food and was arrested for shoplifting. While in jail, he was raped and beaten. Do you want to know what that feels like!”
In tears, Vanessa screams, “No! No! No!”
Nina rushed over to her and held her as she slowly slid to the floor. Holding her sister on the floor, tears flowing, Nina continued, “She is on parole too living in a halfway house. She destroyed those children’s lives because no one was there to save them.”
Nina waited for her words to take root.
She poured more on, “She gave us the gift of life when she left us. If anything, we should thank her.”
In tears, Vanessa said, “Oh Nina, I just wanted to know why she abandoned us. I didn’t know she was such a mess.”
“Maybe our father’s death was what probably pushed her over the edge,” Nina suggested, staring into her sisters’ eyes.
“How could you be so understanding, and you have little memory of her?” Vanessa questioned.
“Because Grandma said raising us was her way of healing from her only child’s death. She told us nothing negative about our mother because we were gifts to her from her.”
With popped eyes, Venessa gulped down the hate that was destroying her heart and said, “Why didn’t she tell me that.”
“You are like our mother; you often don’t listen or think deeply.”
Vanessa’s eyes touched Nina, as she searched deeper within herself. then Vanessa said, “Grandma really believed that we were gifts?”
“Why did you think she cherished us and treated us with some much love and kindness?” Nina reminds her sister
“She really wasn’t angry at our mother for giving us up?”
Nina sighed as the right memories circled her brain, “Like our grandparents said,” Nina reminded her sister, “Behind every image, there is a misleading shadow. But on closer inspection, the truth is always in the shadow!” Annelise Lords
Hugging her sister tighter, Vanessa shares, “Thank you for getting me to understand. You are right, she saved our lives when she left us.”
Wiping away her sister’s tears, and pulling her up, she said, “Then let’s go out there and thank her for life!”
My mother was cruel to me. I learned the difference between cruelty and kindness at a young age. Her cruelty didn’t come with love. I learned the difference between love and hatred very young. Enduring hunger from her decisions taught me to think economically. I learned to cook and bake everything with innovation and creativity that spread out into my life and living. I give my best which seeps into my life, actions, choices, and decisions. The pain of poverty from her lack of ambition strengthens me and shows me ways to slow down poverty’s cycle. I thank her for life and living. If she hadn’t done what she did, good and bad, I wouldn’t be ME!
And I love ME!
If you love your life, give gratitude for everything, because it’s packed with life lessons that will keep you grounded, wise, strong, and safe.
If your heart could speak, what would it say?
Mine would say, “I thank the good and bad humanity shares. Unaware to them, their negativity made me stronger.
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