Thanks for the shoulders guys. I have been trying to get used to the fact that I am the bad guy in their eyes. I am the intruder even though my mother was born here and we have relatives all over. I am the stupid one because my Finnish is not fluent and I don't know all the unwritten rules. I am the outsider because my father was American. She has told me in so many non-verbal ways that I don't belong here. And yet, she is happy with the fact that The Husband has quit drinking and smoking, and that we have our own house. He would have none of that without me and yet... I don't belong. I am not good enough...
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So, who sprinkled all that Bitchy dust?
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