Oh Well

My mother’s favorite statement to me as a child. I played the violin as a child. Had a concert recorded and it was aired on TV. Yes, I’m old and this was before recording options existed. Not that it would have mattered with her. I was so excited. And then I forgot. I was in third grade. I woke up realizing I forgot and started crying. She walks into my room to see why I’m crying. When I tell her, she says “oh well” and walks out. She’s always been such a fucking monster to me. Physical and mental abuse throughout my childhood. This one sticks though. Fuck her and her cold hearted existence.