My mom has a habit of blaming anything but the thing that needs to be blamed. She used to blame my panic attacks on asthma. She used to blame my pale skin on anemia. She used to blame a hot day on my dads bad attitude. She loves to blame the wrong thing to make herself feel better, when in reality, my panic attacks were from stress, my pale skin was from being sick, my dads bad attitude was because he is an alcoholic.
So, you see, she doesn’t make a whole lot of since.
Recently she had a scare. She found a dimple on her breast and was terrified that it was cancer. After a lot of searching, testing, and getting felt up, it was confirmed that she did not. Yesterday she posted an article on Facebook about how bras do more harm than good, maybe even causing cancer. Okay, maybe bras suck, but you’d think she would stop smoking cigarettes after a cancer scare, instead of burning all her bras. But this is what she does. She blames her mother quitting smoking for the reason her mother developed pancreatic cancer. This is a direct quote “She quit smoking then, BAM! Ten years later, pancreatic cancer.”
I wish that was a joke. I think it would make for a very funny line in a movie where they are trying to prove that someones mother has lost their damn mind, but it’s not funny in reality, because she really, truly believes that… somehow.
I wish I could convince her to stop smoking. I very much love my mom, but you know, if she stops smoking… bam…. ??