Me and Robbie
Partners in Crime
The scene of the crime.
My graduation from Beaver Country Day. The picture is taken out front near where the ceremony is held and where, a year later, at Robbie’s graduation, mother would be arrested.
Return to the scene of the crime.
Me and Robbie at BCD Alumni Weekend 2013. We lived to tell the tale: together.
Goodreads has a new (or at least new to me) “Sisters Shelf” on which you can find many many terrific books fiction and non-fiction touching on the subject of sisters and sisterhood including Chanel Bonfire. My reading list has just grown by leaps and bounds!
Wendy, thank you for your book. It made me know I was not alone. I grew up with a narcissistic , histrionic, mother who made sure on my wedding day she would cry so hard during the ceremony everyone would have to turn to watch her be walked out of my wedding. How dare I ever have a day where the focus was on me for more than a second. She also slept in my bed with her boyfriend when I was in High school and I came home late after working at a discount department because as she explained to me years later when I had the strength to call her on it, was" I couldn't very well sleep with him in the bed your father and I shared!" My dad died when I was 15 yrs. old and when I dated a few years later she needed to show my boyfriend how sexual she was by taking her boyfriend and sleeping in my room. Your story had similarities that validated my childhood. She is still alive at 93 yrs. old and tells me some of the men in the nursing home are gay because they don,t kiss her back when she gives them a kiss. Again like your mom, they can't believe the are not the most desirable woman in the world. So cruel and sick I barely speak to her . Thank you for having the strength to tell your story. All this honoring your mother is so wrong when they are abusive monsters.
Hello!
Thanks so much for reaching out. I'm glad you connected with my book, and I'm sorry that we had similar moms. One of the reasons I wrote the book was to try to show how common this can be, but when you're growing up, you think you are the only one, and you have to hide it. I like to think that by putting my story "out there" it's helped some people feel less alone, as you said. That is very heartening to me.
Thanks again and take care.