Jan 28, 2006 02:30
I have learned more about my mom since her death than I knew about her when she was alive. She guarded her story closely and didn't let anyone in to learn it. I always thought my mom was just off her rocker and out of her mind and just didn't get it. She got it, but just didn't want me to see that part of her story. It was just one of many seams in her fabric that she covered. It was something that would explain a whole hell of a lot about her behavior. I personally could understand some of it as I have a simliar history. Only, for me, no one wanted to believe me when I told them till I found someone else to tell. Then I got pity. I didn't want pity. I just wanted someone to understand part of my fabric that was an integral part of me. It affects my life constantly and intrudes on my marriage. I was talking to a person a few weeks ago about it and they said to me ""if you could just go up to the person and confront them...would it change anything?"
In my case it would cause more problems. It would stir up famly drama
It wouldnt change that person's reactions
and they said to me..."Well then you know that, so you have to just move on from it. If it served some good purpose to confront them, then I'd say go give em hell"
I have found that it's a lighter load when you don't keep it all to yourself. The only thing that is a secret about a secret is the number of people who know it.
side note: Either I'm sitting wrong or the weather is going to change....my tailbone hurts