I wish I could have stolen some of your Christmas’ growing up.
I did not have the easiest of childhoods. Most of us didn’t. I can remember going across the street to my paternal Grandmother’s, where my only aunt would crack the door with chain behind it only to say to me “We ain’t got nothing for you,” then close the door and I’d take the steps down and come home. It was like this every year.
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.