April 5, 2007
"No-one will ever love you." "You’ll never amount to anything. You’ll be a clerk in a dime store your whole life." Her mother has said these things all her life, the litany of her daughter’s projected failure. Still does, even when the daughter’s marriage passes the decade mark; even when she becomes more successful at work than she ever thought; even though she has good, close friends. Her mother says this when both her husbands left her, when she has never worked a day in her life, and is living on welfare. For her, the daughter is the failure.