It only made sense for my mother to give me piano lessons when the bug finally bit me. According to my dad, she was a young housewife who simply didn’t have enough responsibilities. He also thought she had too much time on her hands to spend all his money.
She definitely had something unique that would make any guy open his wallet, just because she blinked his way.
But that wasn’t the real reason I asked her for lessons. Fuck knows I could’ve used anyone I wanted, but I didn’t.
The fact is my mother was a brilliant pianist. Although, her career never saw the light of day, thanks to my father. As a very conventional and religious man, he made her give up her passions to take care of me. In return, he could do whatever he pleased as long as he kept the money rolling in.
If you ask my opinion, as I reflect on this particular time of my life, I think he wanted to cage her in.
As a very attractive woman much younger than him, he was constantly paranoid about their relationship. Yet, not even the biggest collection of gold bars and silver dollars could make him feel secure about my mother’s love.