DrMelonCollie
Really Really Experienced
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My mother was downsizing, so here I was with a bunch of boxes labeled "Maggie's stuff" with vague notes about childhood or school years and so on. Truth be told I was telling the family Mom was downsizing, in reality she was declining mentally and needed to move into a care facility and sell the house ASAP.
I covered for her, like I always did, and now I was faced with a mountain of memorabilia. Since my mother was a packrat I'd been a minimialist, moving almost every year and keeping only the essentials. Unfortunately my marriage had not survived, not because of the moving, but because as he got promoted he got more power and when his secretary wound up pregnant.
Well let's just say I left a lot behind on that move. Not only was I faced with my childhood belongings, but some things that my mom refused to toss, she got quite agitated about it. So I promised to look through the boxes labeled personal and hoped that was enough.
School records, art, and other baby stuff was an easy pitch. I tossed them into a fire pit without a second thought. My Barbie dream house on the other hand I decided to go ahead and clean up and set up in one of the spare bedrooms. As I unpacked my Barbie's from the 80's I laughed about the hair and makeup. I remember my mother saying Barbie must be a lesbian to be so popular with pretty girls and I laughed.
Mom had bought me one Ken, but he was so handsome I left him in his box. I figured I could let my Barbie's be lesbians. Then I began the task of rummaging through my mothers things. I was shocked to find it was books, herbs, and candles, that evidently my mother thought she was a witch. I read through her journal and was further stunned as she recorded spells and their results.
Like when I wanted the cheerleaders to look the way they acted, and they got a skin disease. I thought it was poetic justice, but evidently my mother thought justice needed a nudge.
I continued searching until I found a spell for peace and harmony, mother records trying several combinations before finding one that worked on my dad and us kids.
I flipped forward to when my father died in a car accident, and there it was in black and white, a spell to make him loyal or else.
I closed the book, crying, laughing and crying some more.
It would be weeks before I would take the box to the attic, layout the fancy rug my mother always had in her work room. I looked out the attic window to see my garden. It was the one thing I regretted about moving, leaving my garden behind. My mother had a knack with herbs and so did I, I had a successful greenhouse. I had not moved since the after the divorce, partly for the kids but more for myself. They were in college now, so I cracked open the spell book and giggled over warnings, and chuckled over how to collect ingredients.
"Stress relief in a pinch" looked interesting and after reading the simple warning not to over use it, I decided what the hell. It called for the spell to be cast on an inanimate object. I glanced around and realized Ken, NIB, was still lying there and said "Why the hell not?" and cast the spell.
OOC Ken comes to life proving he's not gay, that Barbie is a lesbian, and he's very hard up, hands on, and willing to serve as long as he gets to fuck.
I covered for her, like I always did, and now I was faced with a mountain of memorabilia. Since my mother was a packrat I'd been a minimialist, moving almost every year and keeping only the essentials. Unfortunately my marriage had not survived, not because of the moving, but because as he got promoted he got more power and when his secretary wound up pregnant.
Well let's just say I left a lot behind on that move. Not only was I faced with my childhood belongings, but some things that my mom refused to toss, she got quite agitated about it. So I promised to look through the boxes labeled personal and hoped that was enough.
School records, art, and other baby stuff was an easy pitch. I tossed them into a fire pit without a second thought. My Barbie dream house on the other hand I decided to go ahead and clean up and set up in one of the spare bedrooms. As I unpacked my Barbie's from the 80's I laughed about the hair and makeup. I remember my mother saying Barbie must be a lesbian to be so popular with pretty girls and I laughed.
Mom had bought me one Ken, but he was so handsome I left him in his box. I figured I could let my Barbie's be lesbians. Then I began the task of rummaging through my mothers things. I was shocked to find it was books, herbs, and candles, that evidently my mother thought she was a witch. I read through her journal and was further stunned as she recorded spells and their results.
Like when I wanted the cheerleaders to look the way they acted, and they got a skin disease. I thought it was poetic justice, but evidently my mother thought justice needed a nudge.
I continued searching until I found a spell for peace and harmony, mother records trying several combinations before finding one that worked on my dad and us kids.
I flipped forward to when my father died in a car accident, and there it was in black and white, a spell to make him loyal or else.
I closed the book, crying, laughing and crying some more.
It would be weeks before I would take the box to the attic, layout the fancy rug my mother always had in her work room. I looked out the attic window to see my garden. It was the one thing I regretted about moving, leaving my garden behind. My mother had a knack with herbs and so did I, I had a successful greenhouse. I had not moved since the after the divorce, partly for the kids but more for myself. They were in college now, so I cracked open the spell book and giggled over warnings, and chuckled over how to collect ingredients.
"Stress relief in a pinch" looked interesting and after reading the simple warning not to over use it, I decided what the hell. It called for the spell to be cast on an inanimate object. I glanced around and realized Ken, NIB, was still lying there and said "Why the hell not?" and cast the spell.
OOC Ken comes to life proving he's not gay, that Barbie is a lesbian, and he's very hard up, hands on, and willing to serve as long as he gets to fuck.
