No matter the amount of experience I had as a stylist, you were never happy.
Yet? Always asked for my opinion, and I was always the one to fix the mistakes others made.
I remember sitting in an airport restaurant giving you ideas of haircuts that someone else was going to do.
I remember your colour processing in my living room, and my children trying to spend time with you and show you things that mattered to them.
And i remember you more concerned about getting home and going to bed, becasue heaven help it if you got to bed late.
I honestly think youre scared of your own shadow.
So regimented.
No rolling with the punches
You d rather do without, than change a plan.
Yet, others love how ‘awesome’ you apparently are, social, and funny…
I don’t know that person.
I know the person that pulls her hair out horizontally and finds something wrong with my haircuts. EVERY SINGLE TIME.
‘i think one side is longer than the other’
Do you wear your hair like that?
No
Then put it back down.
Noone checks a haircut by pulling their hair straight out from their head.
Full colour, full hightlight and a haircut.
I was worth 20.00 to you.
And you always found fault.
For 185.00 worth of services at the salon, which you promply told me you would never pay, I was worth 20.00 to you.
Nan said she never saw anyone make love to a 20 dollar bill like you did before you gave it to me.
Mary Ellen and Nan payed me more because you cheaped me out.
They felt badly that my own mother could not see my value.
Then I sent the email. I had a 6 month colour supply for you at home.
The email was sent to all 3 of you, even though the other ladies knew it was to appease me. They already paid enough.
THe email explained that due to the increase of hair colour cost, my cost would be going up.
And what did you do?
You never showed up for your hair again. No show. No word.
I got stuck with the colour inventory, and you pay some girl from a barber shop 59 bucks to colour and cut your hair.
More than you paid your own kid.
How many more memories do I have to have before I figure out how useless i was to you?
By the way, I knew every time you asked my how the aquamarine was that you were trying to catch me in a lie.
I lent it back to you because I had had the claws fixed, and thought you might like wearing it since it had been sitting in the jewellery box for so long.
(She asked me when she died what ring id like to have, i chose the aquamarine she got for her 16th birthday. Since she didn’t wear it cause the claws were so worn, if I agreed to have it fixed, I could have it.)
I ll take that ring back now, however out of spite you ve likely given it to one of your children you deem more worthy of the gift than I.
For fucks sakes, why did I keep trying so hard for so long to be little more than acceptable to you?