Sarah Morgan

Healthcare Geek.
Professional Communicator.

Hindsight

I thought and rethought that last post. But I let it stay. After all, it’s true.

I felt like I was being oddly cryptic, though, to put it out there and not explain myself.

Basically, my mother’s an alcoholic, I guess since about when that picture was taken. And I’ve spoken to her once in the last eight years.

I’d be prouder of myself if I could handle a relationship with her, but I haven’t been able to figure out how to do it and keep myself okay at the same time.

It’s not a dramatic story. She tried to be a good parent. She didn’t want to hurt anybody. She’s just profoundly unhappy. I wish it wasn’t like that, but it is.

So, that’s it.

With that said, just to clarify… I am happy. Most days, I’m happy to the point where I feel like I’m tempting fate.

I do think it’s a choice. Very much so. But when you’re as embarrassingly lucky as I am in so many ways… it isn’t a hard one.

Comments

Jamie

Just one more person for me to look up to and admire…. how’s the weather “up” there?

xoxo

Beth

again, i’m so sorry.

but also deeply admiring of you for making the right choice for yourself.

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