May 2, 2018
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Plant Mama
Mama Drama
You thought high school drama was bad? Wait till you get caught in some mama drama... Other moms can rip you to shreds if you do or believe in something different than them. It's sad really. Let's stop tearing each other down and stick together. So what you breastfeed. So what you formula feed. Vaccines no vaccines. Circumcision no circumcision. Get over it. Not everyone parents the same or believe in the same way. Stop downing those who think differently of you. I have my ways and that's fine just like other have their ways. Doesn't mean I'll judge you or like you any less. Grow up and just take care of your own kids. Give them the love and the nutrients they need. That's all that matters.
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We can’t let others drag us down
I know, easier said than done but we simply can’t let others drag us down. People may be unhappy and that’s on them. My mother is the one person that I have strived to please my entire life and she’s also the person that has been the cruelest to me. She has said meaner things than complete strangers to her own flesh and blood. I am forty years old and I’ve put up with it my entire life. Until recently....
About a year ago we got into the biggest argument ever and sadly it changed everything. She sided with my brother and we’ve barely spoken since. A little back history for you. My brother has (undiagnosed ADD) so my mother has always felt sorry for him not doing well in school. I was a straight-A student all through school so it became expected of me to just keep it up. My brother has violent tendencies where he can just lash out but again my mother made excuses for him. His wife died last year and he went off the deep end. He didn’t handle grief well and immediately jumped into another relationship. I was unsupportive of the new relationship because it was too much too fast especially with his two children involved. I spoke up defending the kids and my deceased sister in law, and my mother went ballistic. Even now, a year later, we still don’t see eye to eye and when I told her I wouldn’t be coming home for Christmas if my brother would be there, she told me that she hopes I die old and lonely. Who in the hell speaks to their child that way?!?! I’m still in shock.
But you know something? I’m not lonely. Yes, I miss the idea of having her as a mother but I have a beyond wonderful husband, so many friends and my business which brings me so much joy. Some days are easier than others but I can’t dwell on the fact that treating me this way was her choice. I’m forty years old and have only within the last few years begun to put my foot down with her. I’m entitled to my opinion and I’m also entitled to determining the situations that I put myself in and I refuse to be around them if they’re going to drag me down.
We cannot let others drag us down. Our happiness is our priority and the situations that we put ourselves in must be for our own good. If you’re like me and you have family issues and constant drama, I challenge you to focus on the good and always surround yourself with people that lift you up and push you to be better.
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DAY THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHT - 3/16/18
“UNTITLED HOTEL ROOM PLAY (SCENE 5 BEGINNING RE-DO)” by DJS
Hi. Back today with a revised version of the beginning of the scene from yesterday. Sometimes writing from the gut takes you down a path you realize isn’t correct. It’s important to trust your instinct, even if your instinct is telling you to ignore your original instinct.
Anyway, more to come.
SCENE FIVE
The hotel room is dark, no lights on, and the curtains are closed. A little early morning sunlight peeks around the corners of the curtain. The only light we can see in the dark is the clock on the low dresser next to the bed. It reads 6:29.
The moment it switches over to 6:30 the phone in the room rings. Rings twice more before a body in the bed stirs, reaches over and answers it.
MARGO (clearing throat) Mm-yes? (Small pause.) I did, thank you. (Small pause.) Right, thank you. Thank you.
Margo hangs up. Switches on the lamp next to the bed.
She is in her early thirties and looks like she would be someone’s older sister. Wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt of the university she graduated from.
She looks around blearily. Her suitcase open on the other bed, clothes spilling out of it. She stumbles to the bathroom. Switches on the light in there. She reacts to something she sees in the tub.
MARGO The fuck? Shara? (No response.) Shara. Shara Shara. Earth to Share—
SHARA (off, sleepily) Uh? Huh?
MARGO What are you doing in the bathtub?
SHARA (off) Huh?
MARGO I’m saying, you slept in the bathtub—why? Why didn’t you sleep in the bed? Not that I heard you come in last night—I must have been really out. I took a Xanax, that’s why. They always just konk me. What time did you get in anyway? Wait sorry, can you—can I have the bathroom for a minute? You know.
SHARA (off) Yeah, uh. Sorry.
MARGOT No, no worries. Oh, and it’s good to see you huh?
SHARA Yeah…yeah.
They have an awkward hug in the bathroom before Shara comes out and Margo closes the door. We hear the toilet seat go up.
Shara is a decade younger than her sister, and has this frail quality that is most evident in her face, as if she were always on the verge of tears. She has slept in her clothes, gray slacks and a silky maroon blouse that she wore with a matching gray suit jacket. She used the jacket for a blanket last night and carries it limply in one hand.
She sniffs at the sight of the room. Looks at her roller suitcase parked by the door.
We hear the toilet flush and the water running in the sink, and then Margo emerges from the bathroom.
MARGO Thanks.
SHARA No problem.
Pause. Awkward for some reason.
MARGO So you made it in alright.
SHARA Yeah.
MARGO What time did you get in?
SHARA What time did my plane land you mean?
MARGO No, you get to the hotel.
SHARA Uh, around 4:30 I think? (Short pause; her mind going blank for a sec, thinking.) Yeah, I don’t know, I wasn’t looking at my phone, but probably around then? (Another mind blank.) Actually I should charge it.
She finds her purse, digs out her phone and charger, then does a brief hunt for an outlet.
MARGO How was the flight down, smooth and everything?
SHARA Yeah, for the most part.
MARGO Not a long flight.
SHARA No. It was (Plugs phone in with a beep.) weird though.
MARGO Weird?
SHARA Yeah, the stewardess gave me a free drink.
MARGO She did? Well that was nice of her. Why?
SHARA I don’t know. I went to the bathroom at one point and when I came out it was obvious I had been crying, so. Maybe that had something to do with it.
MARGO Crying? Why, ‘cause of Mom?
Shara nods, leaning down by the wall to check her phone for messages and hiding her face.
Shara. We’re gonna get her back.
SHARA (voice choked) I know.
MARGO That’s like, the whole point of this thing.
SHARA I know.
MARGO But I’m gonna need you a little more together than this if we’re gonna take these guys on. We have to go in there with a plan—which we have—but you also gotta be solid for me. Do you know what I mean? You have to have your head on your shoulders and be thinking clearly, rationally all the time. I can’t do this alone. Now we have the documentation; there’s nothing they can do legally, that is, to stop us from walking right out the door with her. It should just take showing them the papers—but if they give us any shit, or Mom starts to freak out—which she might—she might not want to go, she might not be in her right brain and realize we’re trying to help her, she might even fight us, which these people will seize on to say “Look, she wants to be here, you’re upsetting her”— The point is, if that happens I can’t have you falling to pieces—and I definitely can’t have you acquiescing to her. She can kick and scream all she wants, she can pull our hair, bite us, hit and scratch—we don’t give in. This is the woman that raised us, Shara. Okay? (No response.) Say okay. Acknowledge that you’re at least listening and you’ve heard me.
SHARA (after a pause—weakly) Okay.
MARGO You’re gonna pull yourself together? Get your shit together on this?
SHARA Yeah. Yes.
MARGO Okay. Good. (Small pause.) Thank you Shara. I promise this is all gonna work out. In the end. (Beat.) Now, are you gonna tell me why you chose to sleep in the tub last night when there was a perfectly good bed you could use?
To be continued…