Mom has a chat
I’m back from Atlanta, and there are so many emotions I’m feeling as a result of this trip that it would take me pages to list them all. I was overwhelmed by how relieved I felt to be back in Atlanta again. There are some things about the city that will always drive me out of my skull and will make me seethe with resentment. This time, thanks in no small part to my amazing, wonderful, warm crew of friends, I felt like I’d come home. I felt the Cecily who I thought was long dead come back to life, and she reasserted her presence with loud laughter and a joy so effusive that I’d like to think it was contagious.
As for the family, well, things haven’t changed much at all. I suppose I should be thankful that something in my life is stable and unchanging, but in this case, I’d welcome some small recognition that they acknowledge and accept the person I’ve become. I don’t know if I’ll ever get there. My challenge must be to accept that there are things that are far beyond my control, and no amount of pouting, petulance, or stony silence will move that mountain.
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