After my folks died and I was put in charge of their estate, a lot of bad feelings flew around between the siblings. I had the responsibility of making some tough decisions ... some of which were unpopular. I became the estranged one at that point. And yes, sometimes I do feel this healthier and happier. Other times, I just miss the closeness I used to have with my siblings.
He told me not to "kiss and tell." He told me I should not write what happened in my diary. I know this because I read that old journal again this year. Seeing his words enraged me. I've been telling the story since then. I confronted him last summer.But I was still scared.
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