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So I'll go ahead a write a disclaimer now. I'm not changing names and I'm sorry if anything I write in here offends anyone. But honestly, this was my life and I had to live it, and I find that offensive in a lot of ways too. Also, mom if you read this, don't argue with it. I saw things differently than you. I was the kid. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I love you and maybe this will help you too.
Lastly, I'll probably take a semi-comedic approach to this whole thing because I fear it would be a little bit too heavy if I don't.
And very lastly, if this sounds like I'm trying to just buy sympathy blah, blah. That's not it. Ultimately this is a way to keep my memories forever. And to work them out in an adult frame of mind. Petty or not. :)
And very lastly, if this sounds like I'm trying to just buy sympathy blah, blah. That's not it. Ultimately this is a way to keep my memories forever. And to work them out in an adult frame of mind. Petty or not. :)
If I were you I'd take a deep breath before I begin.....
You don't have to caveat your thoughts and feelings. With your work you know more than I the thoughts of children, despite their feelings that they can't understand or put into words.
ReplyDeleteI have similar (well, not the same but equally traumatic) experiences as the son of people who couldn't figure out the best thing to do. My own memories are, from a third-party perspective, appalling. But I was strong because that's what we did. Me, you, my brothers and sisters -- we survived. We kids are strong. But as we get older we need to re-place it all somehow. It's up to us to figure out how to do that and how to be there for the next generation.
Keep on posting, Cassie. And if my favorites for 'This was my life...' doesn't work anymore, that's cool. We're still out here in the world and doing good for ourselves and people around us.