After a phone conversation with my dad just now, I realized that the reason nothing is changing in my family is because no one is actively doing something about it.
"Stephanie, you know how this family is...."
Why, yes, I do know. (Btw, when did that change from "you don't know anything about life"?)
They used to go to marriage counseling. They went to conferences for married couples together. Now there is nothing....not only for them, but for the children as well. In fact, there is less than nothing--there is an intentional separation, an under-the-surface but oh so obvious spatial distancing. A solidarity in the absence of one who is supposed to be integral. Who is supposed to matter. Who is supposed to be loved.
No. There is only a wintry touch, a draft of air. Coldness.
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