BeenThere (11/21/2007)
When I had my child, we were both very ill. I died, my child almost died and my bio dad sent me a fecking fruit basket and never bothered to call to check in. I'm on my death bed, your grandson is on his death bed and you send fruit? Or are you implying that I'm going some place in that basket?
A few years later, my half sister (his daughter) passed away. At the funeral, my dad said to his remaining 4 children, "Now you know if you ever need me, I'll be there..." So I handed my dad and apple and walked back to the hotel in the rain.
After hearing that story, people no longer question why I'm so tough and why I have no problem cutting "users and abusers'' out of my life.
A little scared. (11/21/2007)
Sorry some spelling errors, I meant to say, "After the funeral my dad said:" I would NEVER be that tacky to walk out on my sisters funeral.
WalkingInMyOwnShoes (11/21/2007)
It's o.k.
I cleaned house some time ago and as soon as I see or hear an abusive hint from boss, coworkers acquaintance or neighbor they are not allowed to enter my life. I am polite but draw the line when people want to know more. It reduced one insecure supervisor to shedding crocodile tears. No dice - snake eyes.
Once the family nurturer is gone the real character of the spouse emerges. I was lucky because there never was any pretense and I knew there would be rough times ahead.
A much younger half sister is trying to email now and get to know me. We did not know of each others existence. I am still undecided how to approach this. I don't want to be a stand-in for the actual abuser, but I don't want to reject or make her feel abused either.
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