“You are the wrong person to talk in the conversation between me and my daughter.” My mother yelled at my father. “Just as unfit for this as your outfit is.”
Of course she only started singing to this tone when my father listened to everything and then faced her with anger and started to ‘take sides’ with me. According to her although he really did not side me.
I was still wrong about my actions in his eyes but my mother was level of wrongness was in another realm entirely
“I had to use this outfit because one of us was unconcerned with the reactions and the eyes that would face our child if people knew her identity, with you being present and recognized you just made your enemies, hers. That is not what any loving mother would do then again, you never did have that emotion, it was re
