May 04, 2014 17:05
I told my mother that someone had bought one of my stories. I didn't go into details about who. But then my sister asked what the story was about. I said something like: A woman's secrets isolate her, but when a man coaxes her from her shell, she realizes how close her dreams have always been. She said that sounded interesting and that she'd like to read it. I normally would have left it at that.
But I didn't. I told her that the story probably wasn't her thing. That the female lead is transgender, that she'd known she was a girl (even very small children know their gender) and has lived as a girl since she was old enough to explain her needs.
My sister hasn't responded to that text or the one I wrote later about my job. I'd hoped she'd ignore the stuff she didn't like and answer the second text. My family is good at ignoring stuff. (Or maybe she's busy and hasn't see it.)
But now I feel guilty that I told her at all. She's going through a lot right now between her disabled husband and her married-too-young daughter and her steals-things-from-people-he-likes-when-not-on-meds son-in-law. Adding worrying about me (because I must be in a bad way to want to write about someone like that) to the list is just cruel.
writing,
family