I had a lot of healthy respect for my mother. And more fear. When I was 16 my mother smacked me up the back of my head for saying crap. That's the word I said: "Crap". She didn't think it was appropriate.
Everyone thought she was super nice and sweet and she was...unless you angered her. My wife never believed me when I said don't make her angry...until that ire was directed at her. Then she became a believer; that ire was over the telephone also so it was blunted by not having a visual.
After my mother died the priest that did the funeral wanted to know about her so he could do an accurate eulogy. I summed it up for him with four words. Don't make her mad. She's been gone for almost two years and I still follow those words of wisdom.
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