Now don’t get me wrong. Writing in my blog is not to get back at anybody, or aimed at anyone. My shrink thought it was a good idea to write about my life, and needy person that I am – I still need feedback, good or bad, and anonymous people on the net is a good start, don’t you think?
Like they say in the movies (and in Despicable me it’s my favorite) : “Any relation to persons living or dead is completely coincidental…” *snicker*
But I digress.
So for me growing up in a single parent home was the norm. Now when I say single parent I actually mean my nanny Willemien. She was our (me and my brother’s) live in maid for most of our formative years. She was a wonderfully warm, chubby, loving and giving soul, who grew “maroggo” in the back garden, and cooked it like spinach and gave it to us with pap. She made “Cool Aid” icicles with the ice cube tray and stuck toothpicks in them to give to us on hot summer afternoons after our round of “rugby” with the neighborhood kids in our back yard.
My mother? well, she was at work. Always at work.
And when she was not working, she was out with her many male friends, or at a work party. One of the last visits we had approximately in 2007 I invited them over for a Sunday lunch. They… Continue reading