Outside River Run
Cripps on Cripps
I loved my mother.
It took me a long time to get over not being loved in equal measure in return. It really wasn't her fault. Her love had to be divided among so many others. I didn't hate her for it. I hated him.
The man who was hardly ever there and who had no time for anyone but my mother. None of this is mentioned. You bet I'm not happy about it. The one-sidedness of it. The negativity pouring through my life like deadly cosmic rays.
Do I understand why? Of course. That doesn't make me feel any better, though I'm sure an actor hired to play me would feel pretty good about it. Just keep in mind: things are always more complicated than they're made to appear. And better hope you don't end up in a book!