It seems like some things just keep going around and around in circles, never actually getting settled, even when you think they just might be. Case in point: dealing with my parents' recent divorce and all the jolly good stuff that comes out of it. So my mom recently started seeing a new guy, within about 4-5 months of the divorce. And now the whole thing is coming to a screeching crashing unbelievable problem with Eric's graduation. It's really the first big event (outside of the wedding...that's another whole story that I'm not really in the mood to get into right now) that everyone should really be at at the same time. There's been Christmas and Easter, but those have been cases where we just stuff ourselves silly with two big holiday meals, deal with it, and it's over...but graduation is becoming a much bigger thing.
Everyone's coming: Eric's family, my parents (hopefully...that's the whole point of this post), my brother...and so on. And we're kinda making a big thing out of it; Eric's not going on to grad school or anything so this is that last big event of its kind for him. We're going to have a big barbecue at a friend's apartment and basically everyone's invited and everyone brings food. But here's the problem: my mom's been planning to bring her boyfriend since the beginning. I knew this; I expected her to be the one to tell my dad...that's not my job, that's not my brother's job, that's HER job. Granted, I should have figured this was happening; communication has never been my family's strong suit, but I figured she would at least go the extra mile in this case to avoid awkwardness. But she just told him this past Friday -- and hotels are booked, plans made, etc. And I really think my dad should be able to be comfortable enough to come...and he won't be. The whole situation with my mom dating has been difficult; she wasn't exactly straight with anyone at the beginning and I know that I felt awkward, like ultimately I was going to be the one to break it to my dad...and that's not fair.
If this is what Ryan has been dealing with since the beginning, I feel even worse for him now. I can't deal with this, I won't deal with this. It's not my job...it's theirs. I may be 21 freaking years old but I should not have to be in the middle of my parents divorce.
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