
These are some of the hurtful, hateful things my mother said to me and about me.
Don't be like your sister. One in the family is enough
You can't come with us to the cottage. You have to stay home and take care of your father.
You're not the only one in this family.
How come she gets all the boys and all I get are girls?
(This was about her sister in law who kept having sons and all my mother had were girls.)
You can't go to the party. You have to stay home and watch your brother.
You can't get married then. It's our bowling night.
Nobody likes you and you know that's true.
It was so peaceful while you were gone.
As I made the two quilts, I felt the memories growing smaller. Now, they don't seem to be a part of me anymore.