The winds are changing

Sometimes you have to leave the ones you love in order to realize your true feelings for them. To my followers, those who read my innermost thoughts on this blog, I would like to share something more with you. Anyone who knows me well knows that my relationship with my family is tumultuous to say the very least. My family is broken, and bruised and scattered to the winds for the most part, but it has survived so much trauma that these injuries are to be expected. I love what remains of my family, but my mother and I have the most complicated relationship of all. Before I left it was like a battle, a battle for power, a battle to see who is right, a battle for no good reason, but since then we have grown stronger, better. I now feel like we’re in a good place. I hope to God that this doesn’t change when I go back for Christmas. I’d like to ask a favor of one of the followers of this blog, to respect the fact that my mom is trying very hard, and the fact that I love her very much and if she has a thought about the damage between me and mom, to keep it to herself. I think that we’re healing; I hope it remains, because I’d like to get a little bit back of what I’ve lost. I’ve lost one parent already; I refuse to hate the one I have left.