That sucked. Not as much as the phone call I'll inevitably make, once the phone is turned on again. Once Ma Bell gets her two hundred.
It was good I had a game plan--worked it out with the therapist. It was mostly a good one.
I'm afraid I wasn't contrite enough. Oh well, how much can you grovel before it becomes repetitive.
And I no longer feel bad that I have to appologize for something she essentially started. But I did take it too far.
It does show me one thing: our relationship must not be so tight if I can go so long without calling. To be honest, except for the last few days, I didn't think of it at all.
Which says something. Not to get over dramatic, but it's kind of like being an orphan--not relating to either parent.
The sibs have interesting relations with them. Sister always felt close to dad. Brother with mom. Sister fought Mom, but through that fighting, they grew closer. Brother hated dad and I sometimes wonder if he's gotten over it (bronther, not dad. Dad's dead.)
Me, I never understood either one.
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