So I called my mom on the day we were to have dinner and asked if my uncle was there. She said no but he would probably stop by later in the day for leftovers. I told my mom I was uncomfortable when he was there because I felt like I had to pretend he never sexually assaulted me. She said, that really happened? I said yes. She said I thought you were making a joke when you said that happened. A joke? I said no remember when my BF was angry at me and he called you on the phone and told you your brother had assaulted me when I was young. She said no that isn't what happened. I said don't you remember denying it in front of children and my aunts at my cousin's bday party but that is not how she remembers it.
So whatever. My son and I went to her house and ate and a few hours later my uncle came up the driveway to get some food and I went upstairs to avoid seeing him. He was only there about ten minutes or so and then my sister yelled from the bottom of the stairs, all clear. I wonder what my mom said to my sister. Nobody asked so I did not bring the subject up. I don't really want to discuss it with them just want them to respect me enough to not force me to see him.
One of these days it would be interesting to see how my mom recalls it all. I can't believe she thinks I would make a joke about something like sexual assault.
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