If you have followed me here on this blog or anywhere else in my life, you know that I don't have the best of relationships with the people in my family of origin (FOO). I won't talk about anyone in my FOO except for myself and for myself I have to say that I am very, very sensitive when it comes to these people. And I love them.
I have been deeply hurt many times by these people and, over the years, I've worked my way up to my present situation: I have ended all relationships with all of my siblings. After Mom died I didn't feel any need or desire to remain in contact with any of them and so, with no fanfare at all, I simply slipped out of their lives. A rather long over due decision, if I may say so.
The road to that decision was loooooooong long long and painful and now, having lived with this situation for over a year, I can highly recommend it.
I miss the idea of what I'd hoped my family would and could look like and act like. But the reality simply didn't support it.
And my reply was DUDE, if someone tells you that, after decades of needing to make a decision, they finally make it, you DO NOT tell them to go back on themselves!
Well, he didn't get it.
And I don't care that he didn't get it.
It's me, here, living this life.
And I'm finally HAPPY.
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