Mar 08, 2019 21:43
My mother has been calling me every week for the past few months. At first I was kind of annoyed, but now I...well not that I look forward to them, per se, but I don't dread or am completely surprised by her phone calls anymore. I know now that there are some things you just can't take back, but I've learned that asking other people for second chances means a lot more when you know how to give them yourself.
I will never agree with how she went about everything, how she hurt Dad...but I get it. Those days when you get up and look in the mirror and wonder how the hell you got to this point. The need to get away and try to figure out how to salvage the pieces of who you are and decide if you even like what you saved. That's something everyone goes through, whether they admit it or not. And I know Dad isn't the most expressive and emotionally available husband. I mean the fact she's never really been there for me and the whole having-an-affair-with-a-fellow-attorney-at-her-law-firm thing isn't exactly excused all of a sudden but...
She's trying to be a part of my life. Like even if it's talking about nothing for a few minutes a week, she's consistently and genuinely trying. So I guess I could try too.
random musings,
the universe isn't so bad after all,
my parents