In a matter of a few, short days, it will be one year since I left North Carolina. One year since, let's be honest, I was asked to leave. Ok, he didn't come right out and ask me to leave but he knew financially I could not stay there on my own. In our home. Surrounded by everything I'd worked for and loved. In the home that my father virtually rebuilt. Surrounded by my pets and my new, dear friends.
A lot has happened in the last year. And a lot has not.
During the last twelve months, I have not heard from ONE member of the Mineer family. Not my soon-to-be ex-husband, not my father-in-law or his wife, not my sister-in-law or her husband. No one. No. One.
How is one a member of a family for 13 years and then one day...POOF! I simply cannot wrap my brain around the fact that ALL of these people have just flipped a switch in their hearts and completely written me off, as if they'd never known me? This is the part of this separation and pending divorce that I cannot accept. I get that things end. I get that relationships stop. What I don't get is how these people can simply no longer acknowledge me. They never reached out when this all started to say "I'm sorry", "is there anything we can do", "it's been nice knowing you". Nothing.
Because of this, I can't find closure. I go about my day-to-day routine and really don't think about my situation much. I have a lot to look forward to and that's where my attention is focused. But every now and then, it creeps in. And I get angry and frustrated and sad and pissed and, and, and.
So, I've decided to share these feelings with these people instead of keeping them to myself. I mean, I think they have a right to know what I'm experiencing and how they've made me feel. I think it should be brought to their attention just what shit heads they are. Maybe no one's told them before?
So, I'm gonna' write a letter. And seal it with a kiss.