My sister actually told me, her daughter said if it was her she would have no patience with me if I were her sister.
That's just MEAN.
Kids, even old kids, will say anything in private to a parent they're trying to show solidarity with. What she did was pass on hurtful gossip. Intended to hurt you, and it did.
And you clearly have love for your nephew, and probably your niece, and in a nutshell, your sister stinks. You got mad just because you're still trying to figure out why the roses smell like methane. When you stop being curious why it makes no sense, you'll move away from the source of hurt.
When my brother came after me it made me very sad for a time that in fracturing my life, he also broke me apart from his wife and kids, whom I have loved and cared about. But after a bit, his attacks were so brutally sabotaging of my emotional health that I had a big sigh and realized...yes, he did break apart what was left of the biofamily.
It's broken in such a way that if I try to pick up the pieces, it will cut me.
Finally, I am pulled all the way back, deep inside. I won't be shocked by his meanness again. And I will be exposed to him no more than is required of me by LAW. Never again.
You know, a sibling is somebody who at one point rented the same motel room. Same sun, same moon, same parking lot. And if they're great, you meet them by the vending machine over and over and get into a nice routine. Playing cards in lawn chairs for a few decades, telling old family yarns.
But if they're not great, you just get back in your VW and peel on outta there.
There are so many roads, Seasons. The moonlight calling. Birds in high currents showing you miracles of wings. Leaves turn color and fall and make humus. Seedlings grow. Streams flow.
Seasons. They turn. They change. They're beautiful.
Sorry for the ramble but sending love,
Hops
When you stop being curious why it makes no sense, you'll move away from the source of hurt.
Oh Hops, yes! I can see and feel that in myself. This is so profound, a key to unlock the door to freedom.
Gosh I bore myself just thinking of it all. I am so mad at myself, after all this time, all the information I have seeked out, gathered and absorbed, I still can fall so easily.
I wonder if deep inside, unconsciously, I was trying to find a spec of her that is not narcissistic.
Wouldn't I look more intelligent for falling so many times, if their were a piece of her that is not infected. I wish.
When my brother came after me it made me very sad for a time that in fracturing my life, he also broke me apart from his wife and kids, whom I have loved and cared about. But after a bit, his attacks were so brutally sabotaging of my emotional health that I had a big sigh and realized...yes, he did break apart what was left of the biofamily.
It's broken in such a way that if I try to pick up the pieces, it will cut me.
Hops your words filled with such truths, heart and warmth. Each and every word means so much, I need to read and take it in slowly.
You know, a sibling is somebody who at one point rented the same motel room. Same sun, same moon, same parking lot. And if they're great, you meet them by the vending machine over and over and get into a nice routine. Playing cards in lawn chairs for a few decades, telling old family yarns.
But if they're not great, you just get back in your VW and peel on outta there.
I needed that. Your words are poetry, filled with purity from your heart. I am touched by your generosity.
I feel very ashamed for not making it completely to the otherside, a place of health. I want it so badly.
Your amazingly wonderful, Hops. Truly blessed to know you. ox seasons