Returning to the Thirty Days of Truth, there is a little bit of irony/amusement with the answer for this next challenge.
Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
My youngest sister is the one that I think this applies to best. There have been some bitter feelings that developed, but the separation came first. We used to have a pretty good rapport and went on adventures. I helped her with belly dance costumes and dragged people to her shows. We used to laugh together.
Then I had kids, and I fell off the map. It was just so hard to make the hour trip into the city with a newborn, and even at holiday functions I was very focused on the Boy. There was some resentment that started there, I think...at least in my memory, that is where I started to feel it.
She made the trip a few times, and then she had a child and we pretty much got lost in our own little worlds. Where my kids were finally able to entertain themselves and I could help with holidays, she found herself occupied with baby-duties. We didn't get together hardly at all outside of holidays when there were lots of people anyway.
The summer of 2011 was the finally breakdown, I think. She became very judgmental of my poly-lifestyle choices. Granted, Beloved and I overstepped our common rules about privacy, but the results are a schism in my family that I am painfully aware of. My dad has expressed a desire to reconnect, but I feel very guarded. While I have been less evasive about poly-choices (I told him that Beloved and Sunshine took the kids for two days and gave me a vacation-at-home), I am emotionally waiting for him to drift out of my life the way my sister has...
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