She still lives in California. In the very same town where it all happened. She is a real-estate agent with her own website. There is a picture of her on that site. I'd love to link it here - I know you'd love to see it - to see what Crazy looks like - but I won't.
If you met her, you'd think I was a liar. She cannot be 60, she is stunning - even now. She is the lady who will smile at your kids and look at them with genuine adoration. She will tell you how fabulous you look and she will mean it. She will give you a little gift on your birthday - something she picked up in Europe - something absolutely perfect.
You would meet her, and then you would look at me like I was fricking insane - like I had made the whole thing up. And you know what? She would be looking at me like that too. Because here is the thing - she doesn't get it. She believes that it was just discipline - that we deserved it. She doesn't think it was that bad.
I know this, because the last time I saw her face to face she said, "When the kids found out I was coming here, they all told me to ask for your forgiveness. They say that they know they were pretty nasty to you." She smiled at me with her Hershey bar eyes and said, "But, I really don't know what they are talking about - we had a good life together - we really did."
I can't tell her I forgive them. I don't say anything. I just sit there and wonder how come her kids aren't totally crazy too.
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Mommy Dearest on Crack.
I think sometimes the people who look so perfect on the outside are the scariest on the inside. Can't you somehow anonymously blow her cover?
psychopaths are usually the most charming people. I totally believe you.
Wow! You can write!
I had an abusive narcissist granny and I believe you too.
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