So, at my birthday party, my Mom and Dad sat together. This felt like it was happening thru a haze of jello I had to squint through and I had to keep looking at them to make sure I was seeing what I thought I saw. I explained this to Greg last night, in the dark, so he couldn't see me crying.
"It's like having a knife in you, your whole life. You know it's there, it's painful, but it's what you know. Then someone just walks past you nonchalantly and pulls it out, painlessly like it was never there....and you have no idea what to do. It's like what you thought you knew is now over and now you have to move on and you have no idea how."
I am still processing that along with the coffee date at Mom's the following night. My Dad sitting in my Mom's kitchen, laughing, them sharing stories that I don't remember because we were too young to ever remember them happy....
I wonder what was so much more important to them in their anger than giving us this gift 32 years ago....
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