Yesterday was the day that I realized why my mom was acting a certain way. She was trying to get an empathetic response. My brothers generally are unfazed with my mom. When I was in New York, she calls me to give them a verbal beatdown.
When it is a family-setting, my verbiage is very open. There is no type of filter that comes out of my mouth.
I don’t know where I’m going with this post.
I’m deep in my thoughts about this topic.
Among the four kids, Johnny and I were the more talkative half than Jimmy and Jesse. Ever since Johnny passed and I was still in New York, no one was really around for my mom to get an empathetic response.
I didn’t really understand that until I lived alone in Coney Island.