Gratitude

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Another character development exercise, this time exploring the relationship my female protagonist had with her mother during her teenage years. She is fifteen when this scene takes place, sometime in the autumn after another long, heady summer staying with her grandparents by the sea. 

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“I just don’t know how I’m supposed to be thankful for this!”

As soon as the words left my mouth I was ashamed, but at the same time a thrill bubbled up deep inside of me. I couldn’t help myself.

“I mean, it’s no kind of life is it? You and Dad – you barely see each other. And you couldn’t give a stuff about me.”

I willed her to speak but she just stood there, quiet now. She’d goaded me to this, nagging and nagging. And now she wouldn’t even answer me. My heart raced in my chest as my mind churned through all of the most hurtful things it could think of that might provoke a response. Something stopped me though – I still wasn’t brave enough to say them out loud.

When she did finally speak her tone was low and measured.

“Your father and I have done everything for you. Everything.”

I’d heard this so many times.

“But did I ask you to? Did I?”

“We only want the best for you, Catherine. We’ve tried and tried to do what’s best for you.”

There was a new note in her voice, and with something close to disgust I realised she was almost pleading with me.

“Well maybe you should just try harder. Maybe you could even try listening to me. I don’t want this, any of it. The world is changing, mum. It’s going to leave you behind. And you might be happy with that but I’m not – I’ll never be.”

I wanted to shake her, to force her to understand what I was trying to say. And then, just for a second, I wanted her to hold me, to hear her say that everything was going to be ok.

The next time she spoke though it was with the special air of venom she reserved for my aunt.

“You sound just like her, do you know that? I knew it was a mistake letting you and Joseph spend so much time together. They’ll poison your mind, the lot of them.”

“It’s got nothing to do with him!”

The heat rose in my cheeks as I thought of Joe. Sweet, angry, confused Joe. It was true he’d opened my eyes to what was out there, but I refused to believe for a second that was a bad thing.

“You’ve got no idea what she’s like, not really. She’ll have completely brainwashed him. No son of hers could grow up to just be happy. There always has to be drama, she never could just be grateful for what she’s got.”

She stood up and smoothed down her apron, forcing me to take a step backwards as she moved into my space.

“In fact you’re more like her than I’d ever realised.”

She swept out of the room then, her head held high, leaving me trembling with rage even as the tears began to prick behind my eyes.

I never had understood why she hated her sister so much, but in that moment something clicked. Mum was afraid of her. Everything she’d done, all of the decisions she’d made: they were the polar opposite of my parents’ safe, boring existence, the very things that could bring it crashing down.

And now my mother was afraid of me, and I had absolutely no idea how that was supposed to make me feel.

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Thank you to Sara at Mum Turned Mom for inspiring this post with her prompt: ‘thankful’.

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11 thoughts on “Gratitude

  1. maddy@writingbubble

    I’m loving all these little glimpses into your characters lives at various points! I thought the teenaged voice was very realistic and although the mother isn’t painted sympathetically I did feel for her a bit. She would be a very interesting character to find out more about as she’s obviously full of resentment and regret. xx

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  2. Nicola Young

    So there’s a bit of a back story between the mother and her sister then? Perhaps if Catherine is so like her aunt, it’s not surprising that she clashes with her mother. I like the fact that she still gives some thought to what she says to her mum and also her vulnerability, where she’s torn between wanting to argue with her and wanting a cuddle.

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  3. Emily Organ

    This definitely takes me back to those angsty fifteen year old days. I found myself feeling sympathetic for the mother too as she is clearly struggling with her daughter challenging her like this and it’s mixed with the conflict between her and her sister. Quite a complicated set of emotions which you get across well.

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  4. Sara (@mumturnedmom)

    Oh, you’ve got the dynamic spot on here. It took me right back to my 15 year old self, and the arguments I had with my mother. Especially the moment where she wants to say more, but can’t quite do it – however angry I got there was always an element of self-preservation, a line I wouldn’t cross. As a mother I can now feel more sympathy for her mother than I perhaps might have done, but I was still frustrated by her – you have managed to get so many layers into this piece x Thank you so much for linking to #ThePrompt x

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  5. VaiChin

    You have managed to capture the spirit of a teenager quite accurately. I think we have all done and said things at that age! #theprompt

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