Dear Mother,

by on September 19, 2020 :: 0 comments

photo "Seat in Hell for Two" by Tyler Malone

Dear Mother,

You promised that you would never leave me, and you promised that you would always love me by speaking those three words, “ I love you,” and you promised that you would give me the sugar water whenever I felt the anxiety, and you promised to teach me how to count in Japanese, and you promised that you would learn not to put one pair of panty hose in the washer to make it a full load, and you promised that you would learn to stay awake with a two-liter bottle of Coke next to you at all hours of the night watching bad comedies so that you can learn English, and you promised to show me where all our relatives live in Tokyo, and you promised that you would make sure that you would not have a replacement mother, and you promised that you would give me two dollars for every “A” and one dollar for every “B” on my report card, and you promised that you would show me how to ride a bike without scraping my face off the green paint in front of the neighbor’s garage, and you promised that you would teach me how to park, drive, and reverse in a parking lot, and you promised that you would be in the front row when I graduate from Pottsville High School, and you promised that you would watch me graduate basic training from Fort Jackson, South Carolina, and you promised that you would see my future wife walk down the aisle, and now because Dad wanted you to leave, warned me that men don’t talk about their emotions, hated sugar water, lacked knowledge in Japanese, thought that nylons cover up a multitude of sins, knew English, refused to see our Japanese relatives, complained that I am motivated by greed, called me less of a man because I hate pain, told me that I am too incompetent to drive a car, complained that high school graduations are boring, complained that basic training graduations are boring, and decided not to go to my wedding to make a statement on our relationship, did you ever give one thought to those promises?

editors note:

They fuck you up, Mom and Dad. They don’t mean to, but they do. ~ Tyler Malone

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