2007-12-12
Ball of Love
During the Weekend From Hell, my great-aunt showed up with my dad, and usually in situations like these, you kind of groan when she's there. But surprisingly, I found her to be one of the more helpful people involved. I don't know if I particularly agree with all of her advice, but more than anything, she understood what we were all going through because she went through it with her daughters and grandchild (not you, TigerLily, obviously. You're one of the least troublesome people I know!). She could relate to Mom on having your own child make horrible decisions and being hated by that child. She understood my point of view of hating my sister. She understood hating family. There was no scolding, no "But she's family," no guilt. She made a comment about how you start out with this big ball of love, and then they chip away at it until there's just a speck of love left. I guess it just was really nice to be understood and not judge. To not have to hear, "I don't understand how you could hate your sister! She's you sister," or hear comments, "If she were my daughter she would not be behaving like that," which is a total insult to my mother. (I am becoming quite good at long, run-on sentences)
unchallenged at 9:27 p.m.