Type it out and send it. done. |
Dear Mom, You made the mistake of your life trusting your sons. Thank god your pain is over now. We miss you, love your daughters. |
The lack of empathy for what children of dysfunctional families go through is shocking. "Takes 2 to tango," for instance, is a mind-bogglingly stupid comment: that poster has decided to disregard the basic dynamics of a parent-child relationship to criticize the child of an abusive parent. |
Huh? |
In response to the poster who felt she should post a public missive to her dead mother in a thread about Dysfunctional Mother's Day cards. Someone who wants to send a message that everyone else is petty and unfeeling while she has the right perspective. She's like the person who has to counter the grandparent complaint threads with 'you should stop complaining about your overbearing mother/father/MIL/FIL because my parents/ILs don't even care about my snowflakes.' |
Agreed. I think if I finally got through to someone by using the example of a deranged, violent person who attacked someone on the subway. Would you say the violent person and his random victim are both at fault? That it takes two to tango because the victim happened to be there? Probably not. Some parents or siblings are abusive or violent. |
Was at the store looking for a Mother's Day card that just said "happy mother's day" or "hope you have a beautiful day" -- something plain and simple. But they all had all sorts of sentimental stuff on them I just can't send. So it's a blank card with flowers on it that I'll write out my own simple "have a lovely day" message.
OP, I understand. |
I am the poster of the "takes 2 to tango" comment and I stand by it. I had a very abusive father and while I agree that a child is an innocent victim, at one point, we all grow up and we must take charge of our lives. So, if you are an adult, parent yourself, and go looking for dysfunctional cards to send to your abusive mother, you absolutely are at fault for the dysfunction as well. Just move on - forgive, forget or cut them off. |
Am I the only person who read OP's post as dark humor and not an actual request for an actual paper card that was actually intended to be sent in the mail?
The people who keep arguing about OP's depravity for considering sending such a card have missed the point. Here's the card I'm looking for (just kidding people, I'm not actually looking for this card to send!): Dear Mom, You had a good streak of luck for all those decades. But by becoming a mom myself, I finally realized what you have been up to all these years. Good luck being an aging narcissist, I've heard it's very unpleasant. Sincerely, Your (finally) emancipated daughter |
Dear Mom
I hope all of your persian rugs and other luxuries you bought when I was young serve you well as company in the nursing home. Yes, I know they were more important than putting food on the table because we were "poor". Thank you for squandering your parents' fortune as I had no opportunity to become the entitled spoiled daughter that you are. Also thank you for having excuses for everything. You taught me to be self reliant as I couldn't ever count on you. Thanks Again! |
Your mom should not have complained, but have you noticed that many cards just do not hit the mark? They are either too flowery, or not funny, or just odd. But your mom was not being nice. |
You're not the only one, I found the OP and subsequent "cards" enjoyable to read. Nothing more than a vent. |
Same here! |
I think you missed the point of the OP. It's just a dark humor perspective on a difficult situation, not a plan of action. It's okay to make jokes about a painful childhood - even healthy. Maybe it's not for you, but it helps a lot of us. |
Dear Mom,
Were you ever happy being married to Dad? If not, why didn't you divorce him after having your first child? I wouldn't have minded not being born if it had kept both of you from being miserable most of your lives. It was so hard to find you and Dad a card on your milestone anniversary. Wish you could be happy this Mother's Day. Love, Your daughter |