My mom called me this afternoon. She does that, sometimes. We’re BFFs, so it’s not unusual for her
number to show up on the caller ID. But
on a Sunday afternoon, she’s usually gardening and shopping and doing whatever
else she does. So, I was a little surprised
to hear her voice on the other end of the phone. I was even more surprised to hear her say “I
need to talk to you about something.” No
child wants to hear their parent say that.
Usually, they are getting ready to tell you that you fucked up in a big
way. Or that they are disappointed in
you. So, when my mom said “I need to
talk to you about something,” I wondered why I answered the phone in the first
place.
So, after we had talked about the good days that we’d had,
she said “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you have been saying about
marriage and how it’s not for you.” Then
she said “I wasn’t looking for love or marriage when I met Gene. And it turned out to be the most remarkable
love of my life.” So, I sat silent. Rolling my eyes as she talked. Even on my best day, I still feel like a
child with her. Logically, because I am
her child. Anyway, she went on and on
about how you never know what life has to offer and you never know what you
will find in the world. And let’s don’t forget about the part when she told me
about unexpected miracles. She doesn’t usually do this with me, so I let
her talk and I waited for the point. I don’t
actually know what the point was.
Then she said “Angela, I honestly believe that I was
destined, from the day I was born, to be married to Gene. Please don’t rule anything out.” Then I got it. A few days ago, when I told her that marriage isn’t for me. Clearly, she was uncomfortable with that. Kind of weird, seeing as she’s a hippie and
all. But, anyway. After I listened to all of what she had to
say, I said “Mom. Stop selling it. Stop selling me the dream. That is not my dream.” So.
She did momentarily while she listened to what I had to say.
This is what I had to say:
“Mommy. I know that you loved
Gene. I know that he loved you. I watched your amazing love story evolve over
17 years. I know that soul mates exist
because I grew up with them.” I was
trying to tell her not to be offended that what she had isn’t want I want. It was beautiful and rare, but it’s not what
I WANT!!!! She said, “But Angie, you
were a really good wife. You can be that
again!” NO!!! NO!!! I absolutely was NOT a good wife. I cooked dinner and I vacuumed the floors and
made babies. None of that made me a good
wife. My mom, the feminist hippie thinks
that that made me a good wife. AAAGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I finished the conversation by saying “I love you mom. Thank you for raising me in a home full of
love and magic.” When I hung up, I yelled,
out loud, “STOP TRYING TO SELL ME YOUR SHIT!!!!” I felt like I was talking to a telemarketer. I don’t
need a new vacuum. I don’t need 50,000
airline miles. I don’t need a significant
other. Your dream isn’t my dream. And I know this for two reasons: 1.)
When I got married, so young and idealistic, I defended my marriage by
telling the people I loved that I didn’t forfeit my dreams for marriage. I had just found someone I wanted to live my
dreams with. 2.) Ten years into that marriage, in the middle
of a dark and ugly night, the man I was so adamant about living those dreams
with looked at me and stopped yelling long enough to say, “Angela. What has happened to you? What happened to the girl with dreams of
swimming with the dolphins and building a house in the stars?”
Yeah, so even the man I was going to make dreams come true
with was disappointed that I abandoned my dreams. Because it’s not for me. He didn’t know it at the time. I didn’t know it at the time. But that was the beginning. I’m sure his intention wasn’t to tell me that
soul was lost. In fact, I am quite certain
that he meant to tell me that I should just find a way to be that girl
again. I know that because he’s told me
that was his intention. But that was the
comment that ended our marriage. He didn’t
want to swim with the dolphins or build houses in the stars. So, I bought new cars and new clothes and new
houses. I was still expected to dream of
oceans and stars, though. You can’t have
it both ways. You either dream or you
conform.
When I was talking to my mom, I realized that. For years I’ve been thinking that I was a
failure because I didn’t want to conform.
I’ve been thinking that the way I live, can’t possibly be right. It’s because when I’m sad, people tell me I
will find someone who will make me happy.
It’s because when I work hard, there’s always someone there to tell me
that one day my hard work will pay off.
It’s because when I’m lonely, others always remind me that one day I
will be complete. With a house or a car
or the best sex of my life. So, to
finally counter, I have only one thing to say:
STOP IT!!!!!! Knock that shit off.
Stop sheltering me from the real world.
Stop telling me that the way you live your life is the only way to live
life.
To the people I love who have found the loves of your lives,
I applauded you and marvel in what you have found. Everyday.
To those of you who have achieved success, I respect and appreciate your
hard work. To those of you who “just
want me to be happy”, I love you and
honor our friendship. But no union, no
job, no well wishes are going to make me happy.
Too much of anything makes us ambivalent. I’ve been ambivalent for most
of my life. Because I grew up sheltered and spoiled. That didn’t make me happy, so your way won’t
make me happy either. Only my way can
make me happy. So, while I love you all,
please stop. Stop. Please stop telling me that I have to wait
for more. Please stop telling me that I
need more. Please stop telling me that
I deserve more. I’m good with what I’ve
got. You don’t have to sell me
anything.