Sunday, December 24, 2017
I'm in my late 40's and I will be spending Christmas with my parents. My sister is moving out here next year. My brothers never talk to their parents, not even a phone call. Miscommunication and old wounds plague the amily. The brothers are aware o mom's condition, but reuse to acknowledge her presence. The way I see it, it's all on them. Years ago words were exchanged over issues revolving around money. Certain promises were uttered and then nothing happened. A lot o things have been let undone and I am araid, or them, those issues can never be resolved. They had their chance and they passed it up. I suppose that is and/or will be a heavy burden on them sommeday. Hell, maybe they eel it right now. I know I would. I made damn sure I got everything straight with them already. I have nothing let to tell my parents. We have ironed through any and all issues we could have possibly had hanging over us. I am glad I am spending Christmas with my parents. I suppose it's easy or me because I have no kids and I have never been married. I'm not tied to anything. I have given away everything I do not need. Right now, my tummy is ull and I am thankul.
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