Fall in Two

June 29th, 2005

I guess I thought it would be easier. I thought she’d be mad at me. Yell at me. Something – anything – other than what she did.

She cried. I didn’t expect it. My volatile, Scorpio sister tried so hard to hold it together, smiling the whole time, insisting that it was what’s best for me, and that objectively she knew that. Until she realized she had to be selfish for a second and consider what we’d both be missing.

She’ll never watch my kids while I run to the grocery store. They won’t know her the way I know her two sons. She won’t be there when they fall down the stairs, or spit up on the floor, or projectile poop all over the room or reach their chubby little arms up to her while glaring at me in revenge, because she’s the pushover.

Because I will be somewhere else. I think she thought it would be different, and so did I. I always did. I remember as a teenager thinking that I would spend the rest of my life here. In my stupid declarations senior year of high school, I said I would be a PR executive and live in Massachusetts. I am and I do.

But I won’t anymore. She thought it would be different.

I did, too. I thought she would yell.

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  • 1. Yesrie  |  June 28th, 2005 at 11:07 pm

    “They won’t know her the way I know her two sons.”

    Yabbut kids learn fast, especially in scoping out people. You guys will figure out ways to have vacations with each other, and absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the cousins will be SO. EXCITED. to catch up with each other at each meeting. Rather than, say, inventing new and exciting ways to kill each other.

    Also from the persective of advanced age :> I observe that people are ALWAYS moving around in one’s life. The least likely people, and for random reasons, and Murphy’s Law has a hand in some of them. The flip side is that they also move back, or they move to you, or the annoying ones get out of your hair just when you can’t take them anymore.

    Go have a good cry, because this is all really hard to deal with. And start reading Pratchett again :>

  • 2. Tania  |  June 29th, 2005 at 11:40 am

    :( Aw, I’m missing my nephews, as they grow up all the way over in CA. Every time I visit they’re about 500 times larger and older than before, and I usually have to reintroduce myself to the youngest. Sigh.

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