My mother and I were very close. And when I say VERY close, I mean just that. Typically when I would come home, she would be the first person I looked for and I knew that if I just laid across her giant bed for a bit she would find me. I love my mom! She is and has always been my favorite person. But her allegiance to The Mud Puddle (the JW Organization) has had a significant and negative impact on our relationship. Its warm, hot and at times FREEZING. Last year she met a nice man. A man that treated her with respect and kindness, something that she was not accustomed to being married to my DDK. If you are unfamiliar with the DDK, please refer to an earlier series of blog posts.
Anyhow, during this brief time, I had my mother. Why? Because for that brief time she was a rebel, a happy rebel against the organization that sponsors headship over happiness often at the emotional expense of their women and wives. Anyhow, we are in this rebel plight together, albeit I had chosen mine, she came upon hers quite by accident. Alas, the thrill would not last long. As it turns out, this guy turned out to be like so many others, just looking for some on the side fun. Happily, my mother being this solid woman of faith and virtue was able to see through his shenannigans!
Which makes me wonder why during that brief time of freedom and bliss would she choose to go back to The Mud Puddle?
It's cold out.
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