Day 4: Family reunion

Family reunion

My mom’s father has always been a complicated person. He would get mad for no reason and wouldn’t talk to anyone for days or weeks. And now… years.

Five years ago, for no reason, he stopped talking to any of us.

He wasn’t ever that close to me… because I’m a girl! I’m not exaggerating, my mother suffered for years with his gender discrimination.

Now, have in mind that I was only twelve… I felt abandoned. For years, I couldn’t hear his name and, even now, it’s hard to talk about him. He lost one of the most important stages of my life.

He lost my transition from a child to an almost adult.

Now, he’s sick. He’s been in the hospital for a week and, next week, he will be coming to town to have surgery.

Yesterday’s talk, between me, my brothers and my parents, was what would we do if he wanted to come back and start a relationship. We hadn’t ever had that talk.

It’s good to see that we’re all on the same page though. Neither of us would accept him.

And I don’t want to see him.

To me, he’s absence is worse that is death. If he had died, he wouldn’t have a choice, he just wouldn’t be able to see us. It was his choice to leave… it was his choice to die.

xoxo,
Maria