A Common Story, No Doubt
Everyone has a story. Mine's probably no different than so many others. we could start a club. I grew up beaten, spanked, insulted, embarrassed. I watched as others suffered the same under the shared roof.
Now we are a slightly smaller, more-fucked-up-than-ever "family" under one long-estranged paternal influence.
Thirty-three years or so was the last time I actually saw my father. I am now married (third time's the charm), have five wonderful children and three beautiful grandchildren (and another on the way!). I'm somewhat stable in mind, employment and overall happiness.
My mother, growing more feeble-minded by the day, it seems, sold her home several years ago, re-married- and moved in with- our father. Says she never stopped loving him. Claims what some of us said happened all those years ago never happened. Poor, blind soul.
I'll be going to visit her- no, them- in a couple of weeks. It'll be awkward no doubt. I haven't seen her since moving south four years ago, though we talk frequently. Even now, when "he" answers the phone it's a little uncomfortable, but I do it for her. She says he's sorry, which is odd since what happened supposedly never happened. What's he sorry for, then?
Anyway, it'll be and interesting visit. I'll make the most of it, because I'm happy if she's happy, even if it's only in her mind. Most of the others have pretty much written her off (along with him, of course). They don't visit (though they all live much closer), don't call, and don't care.
This will be a mini vacation, primarily to visit the kids and grandkids, and of course, mom. I'll be hiking up the mountain in Massachusetts where my youngest brother was found after he killed himself a few years ago, to drop of a remembrance token from my wife and myself. I'll do the same at my wife's father's grave up in the hilltowns.
I know the extended weekend away will end much too quickly, so I'm going to make the most of it. I'll be staying with my oldest daughter, her boyfriend, their beautiful daughter and the one still brewing in my daughter's belly. She's my first-born, my baby, and I can't believe she's almost 30.
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