Lucid Waking

Archive for June 9th, 2010

Living on Clouds

        They had nothing to say to each other. Yet, they managed to say nothing in so many words that they would often find hours of their lives missing and sometimes wonder where the time went. Their marriage didn’t work, unsurprisingly, since it was built on clouds and dreams. She never told him her secret affair and brief rehab for her Tylenol addiction and eating disorder. He never told her that he was a compulsive liar who disliked strong women. She thought his chauvinism was chivalry. All in all, it was a very flawed relationship.
        I loved my parents, but I never liked them. As a teenager, I wanted to be the opposite of my mother and as an adult I didn’t mind sacrificing my complete individuality as long as I could see things better than she did. My father’s strong-willed, “take the bull by the horns” attitude made my relationship with my husband work. I wish my parents could have seen my accomplishments and how I took their traits and made them strengths, not weaknesses. But they’re too busy being superficial with other people to notice a self-sufficient adult like me. Its a burden of having parents with their heads in the clouds, but with my feet firmly planted on the ground, I don’t mind.

Author’s comments on post 388: Just writing. I’m pleased with the narrator’s tone, overall, but I’m not sure how I’m pleased with the subject matter. Unfortunately, I can imagine a lot of people are like her parents, but I’ll remain optimistic since they’re no one I know. Mom and Dad, if you’re reading this, don’t think this is how I see you (because I don’t. At all). It’s just a story.