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11 July 2020


Gila Svirsky

oy. we had the same mother. so painful for me to read this.


It is so difficult - if not impossible - to exorcise these memories. I hope that by writing them, putting them on paper, we can put them back in the Pandora's Box where they belong and throw away the key. For some of us, we are simpy unable to remember years at a time...they are just hidden and perhaps are better off not being unearthed. We love you, Sue.


Okay. Your mother was slightly nastier than mine, since she left visible scars, My scars were all emotional. My mother, also Phyllis, often blamed me for things I had not done, She lied, and chastised me for not learning to tell "white lies," as she did. The best she could offer was back-handed compliments, like "you look better today than you did the other day." Adult friends who knew her called her "frightening." I was fortunate that when she got dementia, she no longer could remember nasty things to say, so I had a healing time with her during her last few months. Neither my sister nor I cried when she died.

Joan Price

I'm so sorry. Thank you for sharing this, and I'm sorry you had to endure it. My heart hurts for you.

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