The D Spot

Today my sister and I did something that neither of us wanted to do, but after it was done we felt really good.
I guess in a sense we grew up a little more.
The backstory is that our mother pissed us off about 2 months ago. And we told her (nicely) but therefore pissed HER off. And if anyone can hold onto a grudge, its our mother.
After 2 months of dealing with our mother’s passive-aggressiveness, my sister and I decided we needed to do something.
We consulted with one of our family sages, who advised just apologize and forget it. She has her feelings hurt, he told us. Tell her you’re sorry.
Hmm…
Well, neither of us are sorry that we told her what needed to be said. But we could, theorhetically, be sorry that she feels bad about it.
Ok, worked for us.
So we bought her a nice flowering plant and showed up at her work unannounced. She was in tears of happiness. Neither of us used the “S” word, but we did tell her we love her and she hugged us and cried a bit.
So it’s all good, I guess.
My sister didn’t want to do it at first, and I wasn’t looking forward to it either. I mean, after the iciness of the past two months, we certainly were not assured a warm welcome. But going to her work–a neutral place–was our best chance.
What it came down to was we made her feel good, and that made us feel good.
Then my sister and I went grocery shopping, and I locked the keys in the car…but that’s another story for another day.