Deanna was my fathers 5th and 7th wife. So I lived with her a lot. In fact from about 11 to 17 when I left for college. But this isn't about Deanna, per say. It is about a comment that summarizes her and that Ed and I have changed over time to a standing joke.
Seriously, now her cold ass comments are a joke.
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| Caught in a candid moment by Zela. By the glare on her face, they must have been looking at me. |
First let me say that many of our relationship issues were via my father, who would tell her one thing and me another. It was exacerbated by my father's insistence I call her "mom". Look at the cold fish above, would you want to call her "mom". Particularly when your own mother was alive and well? Maybe I should have objected but aI was an 11 year old who was always afraid of offending anyone.
There are lots of crappy stories I could tell about Deanna. LOTS. But that is for another time (and nightmares). So we are going with a different story.
I was feeling particularly awful one day with a canker sore in my mouth. I was probably 12 at the time. Deanna was at home as we got ready for school (myself and her two sons). I went to her for advice and hopefully to get some remedy for the pain.
I walked up and said, " I have a canker sore..."
And before I could finish the sentence, she said "Well, it's going to get worse before it gets better." I think she cackled, but that might be my misremembering.
I remember walking away and deciding that I never would go to her again for advice on anything after that. Anything. I wasn't always able to keep that promise to myself, but I did about 85% of the time.
Her snide, bitchy comment succeeded in her plan to keep a staggering distance between us.
Bitch.
BUT, Ed and I have now made it a joke. When watching TV or a movie and someone complains about almost anything, Ed or I will say "It's gonna get worse before it gets better."
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