Holiday traumedy 4 u. Ugly backstory, I was kicked out of my family a long time ago for being gay and was never invited back. I have mostly moved on with the pieces and made peace with it. I still occasionally hear from a family friend who holds out hope that the situation can be reconciled one day despite the fact it has been a decade. I find out from said family friend that my family, who mind you has never once tried to reach out or apologize for the way they treated me, did a big *heartwarming* toast dedicated to me at the Thanksgiving table…but here’s the thing – I’m not dead! I guess rather than take accountability and assure civility going forward, they’d rather just do a mock funerary toast to wipe their hands clean of the fact I’m still alive! I did not need to know this Pam! Ghosted, but not a ghost!
But I’m Still Alive!
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Never understood how a “family” could disown a child for being gay. I hope when these parents are old and sick, they have the means to care for themselves. As a disowned child, I would likely not step up.