need to be said, pressing questions that need answers, and most of all some sort of healing that hopefully would free me. but all seemed to have eluded me.
looking back now i can see clearly why and how my mother behaved toward me the way she did. of the seventy plus years she had been married, her one and only desire was to please her husband – at all costs – regardless whether he was right or wrong. she was the product of old values, where your husband is your god and can do no wrong. i understand now that she really had no choice, because the alternative would have 