Dear Essie/Fleur:
I'm glad I went looking for this. What an inspiring piece of work.
I, too, have been trying to unload the boxes--both literal and figurative--that I've been carting around. Here's a hint: If it doesn't fit anymore, discard it. That applies to ways of thinking as much as to jeans.
I had a real breakthrough a couple of weeks after my dad's funeral. As I was struggling with how I could "fix" my relationship with my mother (after all, now she's a widow and she "needs" me), it occurred to me that I cannot repair what I didn't break. Our relationship was damaged from the beginning, and as an infant and child, I can't be responsible for that. I'm only responsible for what I do and say.
What a relief.
BTW, I've had the experience of being "downgraded" from "family scandal" to "minor embarrassment." It happened when my brother had his third divorce--three marriages and he's never had a second anniversary. Apparently, that makes him more of a "problem" than his lesbian sister. Oh, well.
Love,
Jankyn