I thought we were on good terms, at least good enough to visit with the grandkids.
One call on Saturday, uninviting us all from a new year's trip derailed the whole thing.
Without a doubt, the call with a voice ragged with anger was made in the heat of an argument...and I was caught in the wake. Still. How could I in good conscience decide to bring kids into that atmosphere? Why would I want to rain some of the patterns of my Christmas past down on them?
As I've said before, we all have our sack of rocks. Some days the bag becomes too heavy to hold and we feel like flinging the contents around...
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