This is something I wrote quite a few months ago. I didn’t think that I was brave enough to share it. Until now.
What are we without our family?
‘Family fight all the time! You’ll make up eventually!’
When you first fall out, you feel lost; the world is suddenly foreign to you; born facts turn into thriller fiction? What is true? What is not?
Words are said – the old saying goes “sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you” – it’s all a lie. Harsh words from the people you grew up believing loved you unconditionally always cut the deepest.
As the climax of the narrative comes to a head, it becomes horribly apparent that their love has been conditional all along and suddenly you realise that no matter what you do to make things right, or to make it all an even keel, you will never be good enough; you’ll never meet the targets; you’ll never make the grades.
Some look and say ‘she’s stubborn. She should learn to turn the other cheek’.
Some look and think ‘blood is thicker than water and therefore she should cast it all aside and let bygones be bygones’….
…‘Be the bigger person’…
….‘Make it right before it all goes too far’…
…‘They’ll come around. Give them time.’
You’re looking in from the outside; you’re coming into the novel numerous chapters into the plot.
Only the author knows the beginning, the middle and the end.
Am I brave enough to finish this story?