I Don’t Know

In my last post, Minimee’s First Account, I mentioned my son and I had a conversation about not taking his older sister out with us anymore. He had been asking me off and on for about two years. It wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have with him at all. I probably should have told him to ask the other side of his family, but I know he wouldn’t have been given straight answers.

I finally had to tell him that the reason I have not been inviting her out with and distancing myself from her for the last couple of years is because his grandmother told me to stay away from her and that the girls were not to hang out with me anymore.

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Seems I am not the only one who has problems with his parents. As previously stated, I don’t have a relationship with my father. My mother, on the other hand, has always been around. She just seems to pick and choose when she will be a mother.

I grew up without her. I was made ward of state when I was seven. Later, custody of my sister and I was given to my grandmother. My mother was a drug addict. As is, usually, the case with any fiend, her habits were more important than her family. She was still around though. I did grow up in my maternal grandmother’s home, after all. I witnessed so many things, I wish I hadn’t. Some of the destruction caused is still evident here.

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