Sunday, May 07, 2006

My Mother

I began having the conversations I've always been afraid to have with my mother. Sure, she failed miserably at first, guilty and mired in the past. I cried in a way that I haven't ever cried and then tried again, this time with more than some success. I also learned some things about my situation; like my brother denies the whole thing. In a weird way that freed me. For the past year I assumed that he was saying that I was going along with it, that I was complicit, not that nothing happened. He is, among other things, a complete idiot.

I have enclosed a bit from my mother's most recent email. Thank you all for your support.

"I hope that this will relieve you in some way.
We all love you and want you to find some peace with all this. I know
that isn't easy and I will do whatever you need.

Love, Mom"