Cast Out..
My Mom and Dad young and in love- 1939 Dad died in 1983, Mom in 1996. Soon there after, my older brother culled all photos of me in the family album* thus weeding all trace of me from the family line. True story. (* The family album is really just a big, flat box.. I think a coat came in it, but the idea is the same.) |
posted by RicTresa @ 1:31 PM
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My sister will apparently gain control of all the photos, going back to my great grandparents on both sides. My mother spent hours putting them all in order, years ago.
I asked my mom for a few (mostly of my dad) just before I left NY... but, of course, she said no.
Giving them to my sister is the equivalent of throwing them in the garbage.
That's what happened to all the photos in my family... my mother didn't let me have any before I left (she actually wanted me to give back the few I had of my dad!).
My sister will take them all, if she hasn't already; this is the equivalent of throwing all the pictures in the garbage.
When my mother had a garage sale (something she never would have done otherwise) about 6 months after my dad's death, she was selling picture frames... with his pictures still in them!
Yeah.. there is some kind of weird comfort in knowing other people have as fucked up family members as I.. My brother has hated me all of my life because when I was born he quit being the baby of the family and all the attention was put on me. I'm serious. He spent the first nine of my years, trying to kill me. When I was 6 he pushed me in the deep end of the community pool, (I didn't swim.) When I was trying to pull myself out he was stepping on my hands so I couldn't get a grip. A life guard saw him and made him stop.
I never told on him for anything because I was so afraid of him. Now, he is afraid of me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
And what's your brother doing now?
I do not know.. sam I am. I haven't seen the punk since 1999... and even then, it was just a view of his back, as he was running away.
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