When it's contemptible is when it's, "If he doesn't give me a nice piece of jewelry when the baby's born, I will fucking kill him."
Having experienced a particular person who was really into occult, and did not play fair with those of us who said hooey to the woo (though this person was not my own mother, for christ sake) I immediately think Mom was gaslighting her.
@electromotive force Yeah, shad roe's the kind of thing that stays hidden behind the counter and offered to special customers. So good. Only thing my father cooks. If my child made me shad roe for Mothers Day I'd die of joy.
Shad roe! Where is your mother from?
I would do this. I would absolutely do this. BraVO.
Tonight I cry for the love I've lost
And the love I've never found.
@iceberg You know, remembering it from years ago, I did completely change the sense. Far enough off to make it un-google-able.
A week after our child was born,
you cornered me in the spare room
and we sank down on the bed.
You kissed me and kissed me, my milk undid its
burning slipknot through my nipples,
soaking my shirt. All week I had smelled of milk,
fresh milk, sour. I began to throb:
my sex had been torn easily as cloth by the
crown of her head, I’d been cut with a knife and
sewn, the stitches pulling at my skin – and the
first time you’re broken, you don’t know
you’ll be healed again, better than before.
I lay in fear and blood and milk
while you kissed and kissed me, your lips hot and swollen
as a teenage boy’s, your sex dry and big,
all of you so tender, you hung over me,
over the nest of the stitches, over the
splitting and tearing, with the patience of someone who
finds a wounded animal in the woods
and stays with it, not leaving its side
until it is whole, until it can run again.
Sharon Olds! The Connoisseuse of Slugs one. The one about her husband after she's had a baby, being a predator waiting for his prey to be able to run again. Oh, Sharon Olds.