Hello lovely people!
As my day comes to a close and my eyes begin to dim, I find myself engulfed in deep reflection. My life has had many ups and downs, and as I struggle to find my happy place amid all the chaos, I find myself often wishing I had a better/closer relationship with my parents.
My dad has already passed on, but mom is still around. I struggle with the notion that she really doesn’t understand me and perhaps doesn’t care to. And in turn, as much as I try to be authentic in my general life, I can’t be that way with her. How frustrating!
As I spent time catching up on my reading today, I stumbled on this piece by one of our loyal followers, Carly Quinn. Her words resonated with me and gave me much food for thought. Delve into her mind for a little while as she relates her story and her solution. Be sure to show her your love. Enjoy!🌷
October 10 2016 (Showcase Reblog)
It’s been almost a year since I’ve had any contact with my father.
It’s a long story, but the short version is that when my mother died my father didn’t handle it or his children well.
I suspect this stand-off has much more to do with my current writing funk than I’m willing to admit.
One of the lines I wrote to him was, We’re are all adults now, we all know why you rushed to get remarried.
I must have re-read that line fifty times. It wasn’t the most shocking thing I said, or the most difficult but it caught my attention and wouldn’t let go. Never in my life did I foresee a day I, as an adult woman, would feel the need take my father to task. In fact, I don’t remember ever thinking about being an adult much at all.
I imagine this he pictured…
View original post 166 more words