"Lala-lalala-la, eternal love, unforgetable, that your eyes never closed while watching them" My aunt sang this song while shrieking with pain within her heart, remembering the one twin that couldn't make it. Family rushed to stop her from singing the song, knowing the memories that would surface. She dimissed their request by belting, and taking the pain. While hearing, I was reminded of the sacrifices my mother underwent. She had a hard time supporting us. I think there was a time where we were sugared-water poor. Being single for a while, it wasn't until last year that she let another man into her life. My parents divorced when I was 5. So, it was at least 13 years. I was pissed, and still have a hard time knowing that he fucks my mom. I know I shouldn't care. And on the surface I don't but it does bother me a little.
Thinking about what you said in class, about us men secretly wanting our girlfriends to be our mother. I could agree, because I stray away from girls that look like my mom for that reason.
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