I shared my bikini photo with y’all a few days ago, but I was not going to bother showing my Mom, since she always has something negative to say about everything I do/say/think … blah blah blah — I just get so fuckin’ tired of her negativity.
Well, I told her last weekend that I bought the bikini and, as I figured, she gave “the face.” You know the look. A kind of “you’ve gotta be kidding me” “are you nuts” “you’re too fat to wear something like that” face. So you have to know that I had pretty much decided NOT to show her how it looked.
Well, I did.
And she loved it.
She said I looked beautiful. And that my legs sure looked great.
What a relief. What a revelation.
At almost 55, you’d think I’d given up on pleasing my mother.
Nope, it can’t be done. I guess, in a way, I’m gonna try and please her, when I can, for as long as I still have her. After all, she’s 76, and Dad is gonna be 79 this year.
I still want their approval. Looks like I actually got it this time.
Life is good.