So I just rediscovered my MySpace blogs. Kind of funny to read things written long ago in a different world than I'm in today! So this is from 2007:
Thanks to Ray, I've been rethinking my parents' relationship…like maybe their marriage didn't "fail" but just changed. My mom called my dad on Thursday to wish him a happy birthday and he told me that it was the best thing that had happened to him all day…they've been divorced for 22 years. Two weekends ago we had a family camp in my mom's backyard, my mom, dad, sister, brother, niece, cousin and his two kids. My folks stayed up after we had all gone to bed just playing with the campfire (a small fire pit actually, but it worked for smores) and then had an argument over whether to let it burn out or pour buckets of water of it…my mom won with the buckets of course. I mean don't get me wrong, they bitch about each other all the time, they argue, there were even years that were dreadful and yucky, there have been chairs thrown and hearts broken…but did the relationship fail just because they got divorced instead of one of them dying? Perhaps I'm just fucked up, perhaps relationships are meant for those levels of intensity, that much love and hate, but the pictures that T took of the six of us (Mom, Dad, Sis, Brother, H and I) playing baseball in my backyard are priceless and I cannot see failure in the equation! I mean not the best pictures of any of us...but we sure had a laugh!
Their marriage, their divorce and everything that has followed, left us with a family unit that works…most of the time.
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