This has been a year I could have done without (but to clarify, I’ve had many of those). Things are always happening, but luckily, they are virtually void of my siblings. It’s been about eight years since I’ve had any contact with them, though I’m know I’m still a topic of theres. I hear things every so often to confirm this. But I’m over it, and over them.
The only one I’ve still maintained hope for is my youngest daughter, the one I raised solo along with her brother. He is the only family member that I still have a relationship with. It’s not like we talk daily, but we do stay in touch. Per her desire, she and I have had no contact since 2006. Most any parent out there knows how painful that can be. But last month, there was a blip in the forcefield. My son sent me a text telling me that my daughter wanted me to contact her, and he gave me her number. Without any expectations, I sent her a text.