As I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks, I feel joy for "M", who is so fortunate to have parents like this. I wish they were mine. I think about my mother, who hasn't seen me or my children in over seven years. And doesn't want to. I think about my father, who my mother left when I was three, because he was Catholic and wanted to give me Christmas gifts. We are not close. I think about my step-father, who left my mother when I was sixteen, because he got tired of trying to be forced to be a witness, when he didn't believe in it. We are closer than my real father and I, but not like I need to be.
I think of my only brother, who is very cold and distant. Even though we live in the same city, I haven't seen him in two years. He has no earthly idea how to be close to anyone.
And finally, I think of my only sister. Who suffered so much abuse as a child, she finally ended it all four years ago. She was thirty-eight.
I ache for the chance to lay my head in my mother's lap. To have her love me without conditions. I ache for my sister's hug. I ache for my brother. Who stiffens at any type of physical contact. I ache for my father, who doesn't know me or understand that I needed him so much all those years.
I am alone.
I have no car to find.....
April
"Love never dies." Voivodul Vlad Draculea (from Bram Stoker's Dracula-1992)