Family, the ones you're supposed to count on, they stab the deepest. I grew up in a good family, my parents were loving, my brother and I fought like cats and dogs, but protected one another. As soon as I left home, it was like "Good riddance, don't let the door hit you in the ass." WTF? I never understood this evil shift in attitude. What had I done?
My brother's death was a secret my mom kept and since I lived in Puerto Rico, I was totally ignorant. My grandmother finally told me he was on heroin. I'd lost my only sibling. Scott. When I asked my mom why she never let me know, vague excuses was all I got. I was heartbroken.
We traveled all over with my husband in the navy but were finally able to move close to my parents when my sons were young. I thought we'd have family dinners, picnics, but I was so wrong. They acted like they couldn't care less about us being near them. Not once did they come up to visit. We left and went to Guam and never said a word. I didn't think they'd notice. Then my best friend kept sending letters telling me I needed to let them know where I'd gone.
Me and my best friend at ten and twelve. We're still in touch!
Finally I wrote, my dad wrote back, apologizing...in a way. When we returned to the states, we made up. But as soon as we moved across the U.S. and asked them to come visit, I got nothing but excuses. I also asked my husband's family, now only a few states away to visit, but they never did either. I must have done something terrible to have relatives that never cared.
My dad is gone and I've tried to forge a close relationship with my mother. She is a bitter woman and takes it out on me.
My youngest son married and moved away. My husband retired and my daughter-in-law said why don't we move up near them. Finally a family. But that all changed. Her father suddenly died and her mother freaked out. Her mom came to live near them. I thought, fine, we'll all be a family.
Again I was wrong. The mother wanted all the attention. We were pushed to the fringe. I hardly get to see my granddaughters. It's painful. I tried to explain this to my DIL, but she got upset-at me! My son just shrugs and goes along with his wife. More family angst.
Here's my grandgirls, In the Year of Covid, 2020; but I have no idea how to add a caption in this fun New Blogger.
I know I'm not alone in these issues. I have a dear friend whose father hated her from the moment she was born, a tough road to travel. Her sons care more for the father who deserted them than for her, and she's facing a terrible disease.
Another dear friend had a mother who treated her like crap and she was devastated. I grew up with a family across the street of several sisters. They fought, but stuck up for one another. Now the three I was closest to don't even speak, and two live in the same apartment complex. Sad.
Another friend left her job and traveled thousands of miles to help her sister take care of their mom. The sister ended up throwing my friend out and leaving her to fend for herself. They'd once been very close.
These people who are so close to their family have no idea how lucky they are. I wish they'd adopt me.
And WHY did they have to change Blogger? It's so un-user friendly, it's impossible to navigate. Okay, that was not part of the theme.
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