Originally Posted by
geekygirl
My Mom was an awful person to say the least, and the fact that I didn't end up in a mental institution is a miracle. In spite of being a shitty Mom, she excelled in her profession. Within her field of expertise, she is very famous. As a Mom though, she was very cruel. For example, whenever we would have to go shopping for new clothes or shoes, she would make fun of me and tell me how ridiculous I looked, or would intentionally buy whatever outfit or shoes that looked the most hideous and/or were the most uncomfortable.
But about six months ago, her profession decided to honor her, and of course because I was her daughter I was expected to show up for the typical photo op, interviews, newspaper reports and so forth. I never publicly have stated what an evil person she was, and when I am asked about details of my childhood from the press, I give very neutral answers that are true, but don't specifically address her true personality.
In any event, I had to buy a nice outfit for the ceremony, and bought a very nice suit to wear. The problem was that it was a very unusual color of tan/taupe/beige, and I didn't have any shoes that would match. On top of that, there are only certain styles of shoes that I can wear, due to an old foot injury. So I went to Nordstrom's thinking that my cause was lost, and almost immediately I found truly the perfect shoe. Not only was it the right color, but it was the right style and the right heel height.
I asked to try it on and the shoe salesman brought me a pair in my size. I tried them on and they fit perfectly. I told him I would take them, and as I took the shoes off and put them back into their shoe box, the style was my Mom's name. Exactly, even though her spelling was very uncommon. I can only assume that my Mom has huge regrets about how she lived her life and this was her way of trying to make amends to me.