Pandora’s Box, Part 4….the ungrateful child……

 

The ungrateful child, that would be me.  At least that is what I am questioning lately. ¿Am I just an ungrateful child–oblivious to what my parents have done for me?

There have been some horrific things that have occurred but I am not living in the past.

I have told my sister, it is not about the past, it is about the things that still occur in the present.

Should I forget about the mistress I spent the day with because my father gave me money to help me produce a play or a short film?

Should I forget about the things my mother has done (soon to be a future post) because she paid for my lasik eye surgery?

Do I forget the emotional hurts just because my parents have tried to make up for it through material things?

I am grateful that my mother helps (undermines) me with my business, but it hurts to have heard her say that the reason she finally agreed to go on the trip to Hawaii that I paid for was because it was the “least evil”.

Do we let material things make up for the sense of loss, hurt and abandonment that we have experienced?

I don’t have the answer but I feel like I am somehow an ungrateful child because I can not, at least in this moment get beyond the hurt.

Funny thing is that I told my mom I got the Hawaii vacation to show her that I am grateful for what she has done to help me and her response was, “material things do not make up for emotional hurts”………

2 Responses to “Pandora’s Box, Part 4….the ungrateful child……”

  1. Adrian Tafoya Says:

    Strange story Ivonne, and hauntingly familiar. I’ve been through a similar phase within my childhood w/ both my parents. Are we related somehow? The Montijo Family & relatives are here in San Bernardino, CA.

    • Sex, Spirit & Soul Mates....Ivonne's Journey Says:

      You know I am beginning to think that depression is something that is not talked about in the Latino Commmunity. Not only that but the older generations refuse to take treatment. My mother refuses to take her medication and refuses to go to therapy. My sister does not see this side of her, only me and it becomes quite a burden to bear. It also starts to effect my mental sanity as well. Unfortunatley what I wrote is truth not fiction.

      but it’s so nice to connect with you again. How is your daughter?
      😉
      Ivonne


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