Enough Already – Valerie Bertinelli

“Well, that’s just me.” I was taught by the best. This is the part I am attempting to change and let go of with the work I am doing now. I don’t have to hide what’s in my heart. I don’t have to punish myself for things that happened ages ago. I don’t have to suffer for behavior that was ingrained in me. And I don’t have to always feel like there is something about me that I need to fix.

I am fine. I am good. I am bad. I am broken. I am perfect the way I am. I am human. I can do something my mother wasn’t able to do. I can love myself. As I am. At this age. Right now. It’s enough already. * * * After my dad died, my mother lived three more years. Given how much pain she was often in, I sometimes wondered why she survived instead of him.

Her back was gone, she’d had two knee operations, and she was always searching for the right recipe of drugs that would give her relief. It was almost like God kept her around to continue punishing her. She wasn’t a Buddhist who believed life was about suffering. She was smart, beautiful, sensitive, funny, and very talented. Her situation left me completely bewildered. What was the point? She seemed to relax after Dad was gone.

When I visited her, I made sure Bubba and Beau were fed and clean and that their litter box was emptied, and we sat together and talked about the cats as if they were part of our family, which, of course, they were. We watched old movies. My mother loved the Katharine Hepburn movie Summertime.

It took place in Venice, and we spoke about going back there even though she wasn’t strong enough to travel to California, let alone fly across the ocean. If I visited on a Sunday, we watched football together. She wore her red number 11 Arizona Cardinals jersey in honor of her favorite player, the great wide receiver Larry Fitzgerald, and I arrived in my number 9 Saints jersey with BREES printed on the back.

One year she organized a Super Bowl party at the assisted-living facility. I usually surprised her with a big bag of Cheetos, which she loved.

A Note from Me Learning to Love the Way I Am Before You Begin, a Suggestion Hot Spinach and Crab Dip The Clock Is Ticking Bami Goreng Enough Already The World’s Best Eggs Soft Scrambled Eggs My Wallabees Nonnie’s Rolling Pin Love Cake Sicilian Chocolate Love Cake The Way Leon Looks at Me Upside-Down Citrus Cake Secret Ingredients No Time Like Today A Room with a View The Twenty-One Gram Diet Bubba and Beau Blessings My Mother’s Recipe Box My Mom’s Lasagna Learning How to Listen Tuna Egg Salad Melts I Don’t Know How Much Longer We Have Scrolling Happy A New Season The Little Girl Needs a Hug The House I Want to Die In Learning to Love the Way I Am Today Pizza, Please Acknowledgments Recipe Index Photo Section About the Author Copyright About the Publisher OceanofPDF.com A Note from Me MAY 2021 ABOUT A YEAR AGO, after an online cooking demonstration, a friend of a friend reached out to me about a difficult situation.

At sixty years old, she had finally met a man who, she said, was the love of her life and then he was diagnosed with neck and throat cancer. It had just happened, and they were gearing up to fight it. She asked if I could connect them to my former husband, Edward Van Halen, so they could get the latest and best information on where to go and whom to see for treatment.

Ed knew quite a bit about this particular type of cancer from his own long battle with the disease. I was happy to help. But something about my tone of voice must have hinted at my own troubled state of mind, because at the end of our conversation, in a tone of voice that was slightly softer and more intimate than before, she said, “Hey, if you ever need to talk,” and she gave me her number.

I thanked her, but I later wondered which of the issues bothering me she had heard in my voice, and I thought, No way, I’m too private, I don’t know her that well, and this stuff I am thinking about is all too personal, anyway. Then I caught myself. I went on the Today show and sobbed my eyes out. I shared my heart on Instagram. Why was I putting up walls?

Consider the walls down. Let’s talk. I have been on a journey with many of you since I was a teenager. I have dated, married, become a mother, divorced, remarried, battled with my weight, and struggled with my self- esteem and mental health.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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