Gina Pertonelli

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Toronto
 
 

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"Betrayed" 

 

Date Range: 1984 To 08/04/2007   Comments: 6   Views: 15,713
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I like the betrayal theme and would like to add my story to the potpourri stew.

 

My mother and I never had much money growing up. My mom was somewhat unstable mentally and could hold a job for several months but then the crazies would start to creep in. It didn't take me long to understand the pattern. At first it would be a few complaints about the job, which always seemed normal, and steadily progress into irrational paranoia.

 

It sure sounds like Sally is a gossip. You should stay away from those types.

It certainly appears that Jim may have taken credit for your idea. You should nicely confront him.

Sure Bob doesn't NEED that vacation time just as your deadline is looming.

I'm sure no one MEANT to steal your lunch from the fridge.

You are NOT about to be fired because they all hate you.

 

And so on until eventually she'd either quit under the paranoid delusion that she was about to be fired, or she would act so erratically and freak people out at work that she was let go. It always seemed that she was let go with regret, that she made real friends at her numerous jobs, but she never kept in touch with them after she left or was asked to leave a place of employment. Once she left a job, it was DEAD to her.

 

The only thing that truly kept us stabilized during all the madness was our uber friendly landlord. I think he saw what was happening and that we often struggled. In all the fifteen years he had had never raised the rent more than $5/month a year. In downtown Toronto for a small but still 2 bedroom apartment that was practically unheard of. He was a sweet man.

 

One day I came home from school and my mom was sitting in the middle of her bedroom with clothes in piles everywhere and she was crying. I thought she was having a breakdown, but managed to get out of her that our nice landlord had died, and the same day she learns this, some men in suits come and inform us that we have two weeks to get out and find a new place, that they were taking it over to rent it out higher.

 

Two weeks! Two weeks to pack up almost my entire life's worth of stuff, find a new place and move. What about school, work, where were we going to live?

 

I took my ice skates, which I hadn't worn in years but were still hanging on the back of my closet door, and stalked outside. I took the skates and whipped them around my head and hit the FOR RENT sign over and over. I bashed that stupid sign into the ground, denting the metal with the tips of my skates. The blades ripped holes through the flimsy metal and I threw the skates as far as I could and ran back upstairs to our apartment. The only home I'd ever really known for the past fifteen years.

 

Fifteen years of living with an increasingly unstable mother!

Fifteen years of jobs and cycles and no money!

Fifteen years of family isolation and hiding my mother's troubles from the world!

Fifteen years of having no father!!!

 

I beat fifteen years of frustration into that sign.

 

The next day a new sign had replaced the old one and my mother had called movers to pack up our things.

 



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Member Since
Aug 2007
Susan Janneck said:
posted on Apr 11, 2008
Betrayed

Oh, Gina, I am very very sorry that this had to happen to you and your mom. Sometimes life just comes at us with full grown boxing gloves and not just kid gloves. How did you and your mom make out after this? Another story please.


Member Since
Aug 2007
Archibald Sharron said:
posted on Apr 12, 2008
Miss Gina

Anyone who puts the value of a dollar (even a Canadian dollar, although I hear it's worth more than an American greenback these days) is a worthless person and will find his seat in heaven or where ever in the great beyond is out behind the outhouse with flies. Archibald Sharron


Member Since
Feb 2008
Rich Huffstutler said:
posted on Nov 11, 2008
Hey Girl...

Just wanted you to know that I enjoyed your read. I lives with a single mom too in apartnent. We did have my alcholic step father there too..but thats another story. I appreciate your honesty in your writting. I hope that life will bring you a little smile ...at least once a day. Your beautifull..continue to shine.


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Jul 2009
Alice Shapiro said:
posted on Jul 07, 2009
Hi Gina

Gina,

Thank you for your kind comment on my story.  From what you have said in your story, it confirms to me that it was a blessing to not have children of my own.  Children need to be allowed their childhood, and not have to bear the responsibility of taking care of parents.  I am sad that you did not get to see the whole person that your mother was.  I know, however, that your experiences have made you a strong person as so often difficulties bring out our best character.  I really like Sylvia Plath's poems.  Another poet told me to read Lucille Clifton's poems.  I have the feeling they are uplifting.


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Aug 2007
Gina Pertonelli said:
posted on Jul 08, 2009
Alice

My mom was a wreck. I tried many times to get her to the doctor but she stuck with this old guy who only told her take more vitamins (???) I'm sure there is *some* combinations of medicines that could have helped her but she didn't trust doctors. I love your story and wish you were my mom :)


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Nov 2009
nicky andy said:
posted on Jan 28, 2010
hi

ur story brings tears to my eyes u have really gone through alot