NOTE: If you are a family member and you are reading this, you are snooping and not minding your own business. You will learn nothing of importance by reading this, or any of my, posts.
Well, the folks start to arrive tomorrow with all of their baggage. I’m pretty nervous, but confident in my own sobriety, sanity, and serenity to not become too involved in the craziness of others. There will be talks, meals, the usual family stuff that we’ve never done, and then the dividing of my mother’s estate pre-morte. This is being carried out for tax reasons but also for sensible reasons. When that time comes, emotions will be so high as to prohibit rational discussion of who-gets-what.
To be honest, I don’t want to reaquaint myself with a sibling I haven’t seen in over 8 years. I have spoken with her maybe 20 times in that span. But, the unhealthy thing would be to continue that “relationship” based on distance. The healthy, scary, and maybe painful alternative is to change.
Change scares me. Change goes against the flow, the status quo, the way-it-has-always-been…
Progress through pain, right? Look at me, I’m shaking!
As an alcoholic, I tend to blow shit out-of-proportion. This is probably what I’m doing now. The weekend will be fine. No worries. Smiles, hugs, and cotton-fucking-candy…
Johnnyboy