I’ve been hesitant to post about about my trip to Portland. On the one hand my sister and I completely reconnected and thoroughly enjoyed spending time together. We have concluded that we are twins, only we were born 2 1/2 years apart.
On the other hand, I experienced some extreme difficulty with my father. The kind of difficulty that is causing me to closely examine my realtionship with him. It’s not that shit hit the fan for the first time while we were in Portland, it’s been hitting the fan with him off and on for years, and what occurred in Portland may have brought everything to a head.
I’m trying to decide how far I can go with airing my dirty laundry, I’m wondering if there are boundaries that should be respected when blogging about a family member. Part of me really wants to put it all out there in the universe and let the chips fall where they may. And the other part of me wants to respect his privacy even though I’m feeling like he doesn’t even deserve that right now.
At least I know that I have a confidant in my sister. And I also know that a good friend of mine happens to be the adult child of a man who has made some questionable choices in his life too. Anne, I might be calling you soon!