I don’t know why anything my family does surprises me. I was on Facebook checking out what everyone was up to when I noticed a comment from my sister to my Uncle who lives in Oregon. She said I am trying to figure out how to meet you and the family in Las Vegas soon. Hope to see you! Love you!
Well, Bruce lives in Oregon and the only family I know that lives in Vegas is my grandmother and cousin. So, if she’s seeing Bruce, and the family, there is something going on. I sent Bruce’s wife an email (she was online and would reply faster). I asked her what my sister was talking about and if the family was getting together. She said they were all getting together for a family reunion in June since my Grandmother is getting so frail. She told me to talk to my mom to get all the details.
Of course, I didn’t know anything about any of this. I would think if my family was going to let me know they probably would have already, especially since I’ve spoken to my sister recently. I don’t think they even plan to mention it to me.
My first thought/daydream was to bust up in there unannounced. Wait until everyone was there and call attention to myself. Then plead for my mother to tell everyone the truth and that she lied all these years by telling everyone to stay away from me because I had “problems”. That she told people those things because she didn’t want them to talk to me and find out the truth. Of course, my girlfriend pointed out the reality of the situation to me, one I already knew but was trying to ignore… These people have been poisoned by my loving family for so many years that anything I did or said would be discredited anyway.
I tell you, it hurt me and at the same time made me mad. While I was crying over it I also felt like punching someone repeatedly until I was too tired to move. Why is it still this way and why do I still care? You’d think I would have had enough by now.
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