Today is my Mother's birthday.
I haven't spoken to her in around 3.25 years, after my father's Borderline Personality Disorder zeroed in on me and Maggie (after years of it being focused on my grandmother and uncle), and we had to get the police involved to stop his constant threats. A couple of years ago, they moved to California without letting me know. All my stuff from my childhood was thrown away. All of my pictures and notes and books and knick-knacks... all the stuff from my room that I figured I'd get, someday. Gone.
The only reason I knew they were moving was that other folks in my family realized I wasn't being told, and called me.
If my mother was sitting here right now, I'd say: Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you so much. I miss you terribly. I miss Dad, too. I know he's sick, and I don't blame him for how he acted. I'm sorry that, for a while, I argued with the two of you. I should have quit earlier. Maybe that would have prevented the buildup. By I doubt it.
I wish I had you guys back. I get lonely without you.
Love to all.
3 comments:
the whole concept of "family" can be such an enigma. Even in the most dysfunctional families... even in the worst of times... we love them fiercely... often without reason.
But if we could go back and CHOOSE our family... Would we still choose THEM?
Whatever the situation, I'm sure your mom knows you love her. Moms know that stuff....
I'm so sorry to hear it. I've got a similar situation in my own family, my dad's birthday recently passed and I didn't see him either--it's been almost three years. It's a hard thing to go through.
what a sad story to see... I hope u and ur family can get along soon..
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