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Between Mom and Stepmom

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On the cusp of the most annihilating pain of my life, I craved the comfort of being held to her. At first it made me sad; it was a new separation. I needed to let her know that I recognized all the love and care that seemed cast into doubt by the gloomy, culturally imposed umbrella of stepmotherhood, the default assumption that she was second place. Longreads May 2017 15 minutes 3,743 words Meg first appeared to me as a nimbus of curly red hair, looming above my top bunk late at night. Magazine, Shulamith Firestone, and the first wave of feminism that portrayed the home as a prison. The water echoed as I maneuvered, then stilled into the cavernous silence of indoor pools.

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My Step

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It's positively crushing to watch an all-time great like Raylene reduced to performing in such crap, but that's the draw for this clunker. In that silence, I sensed my distinct presence in the world. She came into motherhood in the age of Betty Friedan, Ms. Mom, tall and very thin, with high cheekbones; soft, wavy hazelnut hair; and feline green eyes, would wear seventies-style dresses: striped cotton in beryl blue, or russet numbers with high waists that made her look like Audrey Hepburn. I could not feel the difference between him and me until I had carried and birthed my own daughter.

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MY PERFECT DAD SLEEPS WITH ME AND MY MOM 1

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Not surprisingly, the entire show has nothing to do with Step-mom incest, but instead has Kyle Stone as Momoko's hapless step-dad on display as well as Kiki portraying a horny aunt. Her quest was not over, but it had new meaning and direction. On Saturday mornings we went to Findlay Market, a sprawling outdoor European-style affair that reeked of bloody meat and cheese and old shoes and discarded heads of cabbage. I could not fully understand this until I gave birth to my daughter. While I labored, one mother stood at the head of the bed, one at the foot; one the body I needed to hold me, the heart to which I needed to synch my own, and the other the mind, the presence, and wherewithal I needed to guide me. Become a Longreads Member to support more stories like this. I called my mom en route to the hospital, jittery, excited, the pain still a thrilling novelty.

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Between Mom and Stepmom

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Meg is the one I rely on for thorny decisions and practical guidance and cheesy delicious casseroles. In the first months of pregnancy I ran headlong into an intense, unforeseen depression. In Europe, in art, in independent film, in D. I think now, as I walk in endless loops around the driveway with my daughter, pointing out snails with outré enthusiasm, of my mom, Meg, and my sister eating sandwiches while I labored. It was perhaps the not talking, above all, that made it adult, the silence making room for an inchoate self-awareness. I think of these women, talking and laughing on stiff couches, while outside it rained and inside I curled under the shower and imagined the contractions as waves. She knew how to slowly let out the rope of adult control until our relationship in high school and then college and then adulthood became a friendship without ever losing the essential, comforting hierarchy of parenthood.

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Between Mom and Stepmom

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I knew I had trespassed on sacred territory. My experience echoes hers in ways I never anticipated, my own emergence from the crucible of pregnancy illumined by a new faith, a new vision of the transformative power of care, which traces its lineage to so many years of her example. If in Columbus I had the stability and the parental solidity that would allow me to venture to the far corners of South America, in Cincinnati I began to develop the vision. She arrived giddy and nervous, and she and Mom greeted each other with the respectable distance that has long characterized their relationship, each leaving the other her own space to interact with me. Mom took me back from these relatives when I turned green with fury and clutched my little fists and screamed, earning myself the moniker The Incredible Hulk. Lawrence and coffee shops and gritty diners, she sought what she had been too uncertain or young to pursue when she was twenty, newly married, and pregnant with my sister. Another fallen angel is Kiki D'Aire, a cutie who looks pudgy and out of place here in a terrible vignette co-starring Anthony Rosano.

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MY PERFECT DAD SLEEPS WITH ME AND MY MOM 1

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He bundled me in mismatched ski masks and scarves and oversized mittens to go sledding, read me Shel Silverstein, carried me on his shoulders through the lush, damp forests of southern Ohio. At the same time I could not have labored, might not have arrived at the final triumph of expelling that hulking body, had Meg not been there. Mom is the one I go to when I need the clutch of body to breast, when I need a support that is unnamable and fierce. There was carrot cake, a smoldering fall sunset, an exchange of vows inspired by a California guru. It's a painless, all-girl exercise. My mother also needed reassurance that she was my mother, vital, central, although she had not been the one to tell me for the 700th time not to leave my wadded wet towel on the carpet.

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She was my icon, a figure whose aesthetic and independence I swooned over, inhaling the lingering scent on her scarves. I think of them breaking bread, swapping stories of their own births, their motherhoods overlapping like ocean currents, part of something so much larger than them that it swept up their individual lives, choices, failures, labels, insecurities, it embraced them and held them, made them one in the surge of a new body from the womb into the light. The world felt prickly with sensation; I was learning to see it. Then Meg came along, and suddenly I had two mothers. Mom, meanwhile, likely saw motherhood in the way many contemporary women also see it: as a complex alchemy of joy and oppression. He was up-front about the fact that he was 37, divorced, with a 15-year-old and a five-year-old. In my case, these were shared by two women.

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MY PERFECT DAD SLEEPS WITH ME AND MY MOM 1

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It is only remarkable to me now, when I have a two-year-old daughter of my own, that I never felt resentment toward Meg, or at least none I can recall. My arrival gave her the propulsion to strike out on her own and discover what she loved and wanted and how to build her own life. Then, through the seasons and months as the baby grew, as taking care of her became more and more work, more exhausting, more awestruck, more vexed, I understood just how enormous an act of love and faith it was for Meg to take me on as her own child. I never said it again, never thought it, which is stunning considering that I was a feisty, righteous, smart-ass adolescent who launched into didactic tirades about the tyranny of American imperialism, and would offer impassioned resistance to even the smallest directives on how to load the dishwasher. Meg painted The Baby-Sitters Club logo on my sweatshirts with puff paint, nudged me to try avant-garde young adult novels in addition to Sweet Valley High, waited ten years to tell me how horrific my five-inch foam platform heels looked with overalls. She put on flats whose tiny straps traced her delicate ankles, and scarves: the scarves that she has given up one by one over the years, and that now color the walls of my changing apartments. .

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