Creeva’s World 2.0

I pre­vi­ously wrote about an e-mail my mother wrote me, I also men­tioned I would fol­low up on this later.  I guess this is later.   If Yod can write about his fam­ily and his prob­lems, I guess it’s my turn.   I am going to attempt to do a post a day about my mother.   Now I could take the road that I was just going to blast every neg­a­tive thing she’s done to me and my sib­lings, how­ever I’m not going to do that.   I’m going to men­tion the good and the bad.   The things that made me stick by her through the prob­lems and the what made me break.

In the end though this isn’t going to be about her.   This is going to be about my inabil­ity to deal with her.   I just can’t take it any more.  I don’t have to put myself through any more tor­ture just in the excuse that’s she is fam­ily.   I can’t deal with her, god bless my sib­lings and the rest of my fam­ily that can.   I’ve joked with my father (her ex) that he has talked to her more in the last two years then I have, that i still find amus­ing since they do not get along in any way shape or form.

This is my carthar­sis, the way of writ­ing it down and putting it behind me.   I don’t need to deal with the tor­ture and pain any­more.   I don’t need to be in the mid­dle of the he said she said stuff.   I don’t have to not tell this per­son this thing, but I can tell that per­son that thing.    Thirty two years of this, I’ve finally said enough.   Enough to deal­ing with some­one who finds her­self more impor­tant then any­one else.

We’ll see if any of you actu­ally find this inter­est­ing.  Whether I’m writ­ing to the obliv­ion that is the Inter­net, whether any­one lis­tens.   Whether this matters.