Life in ColoradoA Story by CindyLustarted as a blog, decided it would be noticed more as a story. just a plea for help.
So in November-December time frame, my sister Elissa (Lina
Grey (and sometimes Elsie) on here) were skyping with our cousin James in
Colorado, and we happened to discover a very unsettling thing: our mother, who
walked out on us and our father when we were five years old, has been living in
Colorado with our aunt (her sister-in-law) for the past ten years. And no one
there bothered to mention it. Apparently our mother went there immediately when
she left us because she "needed to get away for a bit"; it was
supposed to be a temporary hiatus from our family. It turned into a permanent
vacation. Again, we have been in touch with these family members our whole
lives, they even came over to Virginia Beach to attend our father's funeral,
and not once did any of the seven people living in that household think to tell
us that they knew where our mother was. But apparently our aunt has been urging
our mother to come back into our lives, and our mother has been chickening out
claiming that she would "feel unwelcome in our lives". This is true,
now. I mean, you can't just leave unexpectedly like that for ten years and
expect a warm welcome. When we were younger, though, we'd, well, I'd have been ecstatic
to have her back. Anyway, now that we knew our mother was there, our aunt
pushed even harder to reunite us. She even got our stepparents involved. So in
January, Elissa and I travelled to Dinosaur, Colorado, with its 340 residents,
to live with our aunt and attend high school online with assistance from our
grandmother, who is a retired teacher, to make up for the school we're missing.
Life here is terrible. Nine people crammed into a house meant
for four, ages ranging literally from 5 to 85. Our mother is impossible. She's
moody, unpredictable, and immature. She offered me a beer the other day, saying
"Oh it's cool to drink, so long as your mama don't find out. Oh wait,
that's me! Hahaha it's still cool." the rest of the family is being no
help. They're encouraging her behavior and going out of their way to force us
together. Elissa hates it. I haven't heard her laugh since we got here, and she
only smiles at me or our 5-year-old cousin, Adelaide. She won't talk to our
mother, look at her, talk about her, nothing. She just ignores the very concept
of the woman.
I don't
know what to do here. Part of me wants to be like Elsie, strong and defiant. I
want to teach our mom that she can't just walk out on us and expect things to
be okay. Part of me wants to just go home and forget this trip ever happened.
Part of me pitied our mom. She's got a lot of problems, and she's really sorry
that she left us. I can see it in her eyes when she watches us do homework or read
or something, when she thinks we don't know she's there. I can tell she wants
to be a part of our family and I pity her. But then the first part kicks in and
tells me that she deserves to go through the same pain she put us through. And,
there is a small part of me that wants her to reenter our life. I've always
wished, sometimes secretly, that she'd come back to us and that we'd be a happy
family again. She is not the woman I remember having as a mother when I was
little, and she is not the mother I fantasized about having. But she is my
mother and a part of me wants her to take up that role again. I don't know what
to do and I don't know who to talk to or how to resolve any of this.... Does
anyone have any advice? Please?
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