Just got back from a weekend at my mother’s… my sister Mary turned 18 today (all together now: “Happy Birthday, Mary!”) and that seemed worth the drive, even though we were there and awake only a little bit longer than we were in the car to get there and back. Willem decided to come with, which meant we had to come back Sunday, and it’s better that I have a day to unpack and get organized before Tuesday, when the week starts to get busy.
I may or may not offer a replay of the weekend – it was a nice time, but not particularly newsworthy, for the most part – but that would require finding my camera, juicing up the battery, and organizing photos from the past month or so. Maybe tomorrow.
In the meantime, a point to ponder: if you learned (or, I suppose, in my case, relearned after a period of deliberately ignoring/forgetting) that someone close to you frankly disbelieved several key facts about your personal history and medical status, what would you do? When it’s been, for some things, well over a decade of the person having been informed of the truth and yet consistently, blandly denying it? Is it worth trying, yet again, to convince them of something they refuse to believe, or is it better to just let it slide and deal with the hurt, because the conflict inherently necessary in dealing with the situation would be hurtful and perhaps psychologically harmful?
I’m undecided, myself. I know I’m upset and angry, and haven’t figured anything out beyond that.