Ello Everyone,
Its taken me two days to get slightly over the pain of my birthday. i was so excited for it too, my 40th, first time in years.
The started amazing, got a great call from my parents (who are on holiday interstate). it was truly awesome.. my heart was zinging all over the place. then 15 min later got a text from my mom, and my heart plummeted.. she wrote
QuoteNow you've reached that age and joined the ranks of becoming wise and those grey hairs become more distinct but what more can i say a very blessed 40th birthday my son. Love you to the moon and back and more
That hurt, because every single time we chat, the fact i die my hair a different colour is always mentioned and that i should grow old gracefully. not to mention my long hair is brought up by my dad constantly as well. like couldn't she leave the grey hair bit out for just one conversation.. for just one day, my birthday. my heart sank as i headed into work with my son (who was doing work experience). my mood slowly picked up as i got messages from friends on my new FB etc and i was happy again by the time i got to work. the day went great, i really enjoyed my birthday lunch at work and the cake too. i was so happy.
Was allowed to leave work a little early and headed back to my suburb and my sister house for dinner, which was very nice. afterwards had a surprise party, where my other siblings and their families arrived singing happy birthday and i saw my BB8 cake. from my sisters i got a lovely 40th cup and a village cinemas gold pass for two (where you sit in amazing chairs and have dinner and watch a movie). then.. sorry one sec got to wipe my eyes, bit hard to be seeing the screen..give me 5.....
right were was i, oh yes and then my sister hooked her phone to the tv and showed everyone the video my parents just recorded in-front of everyone. at first i was like wow, then i heard the words and at that moment my world completely crashed. i kept it together, just, hiding how i feel as best i could. i wasn't outed directly, but the implication was there. like they knew, my oldest sister was watching my reaction closely no doubt to report back. what hurt the most, my dad didnt say a word to me directly in the video. afterwards i opened my gift from them, which was a lovely painting of table mountain in Cape Town south africa (the place of my birth). and the letter i got with my card..hurt bone deep. 15 years ago with the ultimatum from my parents something between us broke.. after that video, my heart shattered inside, and my soul cracked a little bit more and what was left between us was completely shattered. despite all this, i still love them dearly. when i love i love completely.
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https://drive.google.com/open?id=1UIQazEZhyYNpRlvtrNJmcAcFTe34Rlvri never told my eldest, my nephew did that he sent all the recordings of our verbal conversations, chats and copies of my old blog.. and she confronted my (basically asked me why i ever came forward years ago) and claimed she found out when her eldest son (the one who sent everyone everything) left his fb logged in the other day when he left.. like yeah right i know the guy.... now this sister, everything i tell her, she dutifully tells my parents. even when i dont want that happen.. it like everything (its the reason i simply don't visit or talk to her). my parents are not entitled to know everything about my life, it is not their right, that is a privilege. and boy are they good at manipulating you to do what they say and do..hell shall befall you if you dont.. kind of why i stopped telling them everything decades ago.
and then i find out she approached my second eldest sister and wanted her to go together to visit my folks and tell them about me transitioning. my second eldest sister refused,not her place to tell. despite all that pretty dam sure she told my mom and i think clearly that my mom eventually told my dad.. and i am sure they are praying it away daily.
and so i am seriously considering officially telling them when they get back.. and have a christmass without them. the only stopping thing is my son may suffer... sigh... still seriously thinking about telling them officially.
c u all on the flipside..
V