Writing the hard stories.

Let’s face it not every story in life is an easy one tell.

Moment 33 can only be told with honesty. And sometimes honesty can hurt. Now since I am not one who willingly signs up for self induced pain, I am all for being truthful with as little pain as possible.  How I do this is as different as every story my life has to share.  

It is difficult to write a past story about a moment  that involves someone I am close to. I do not want to open old wounds, my  intention is to be honest and share how I feel today, to share how my eyes and heart see this moment now that time has passed and wounds have healed.  I don’t know if I am very successful at this, but I do know that my intentions are to do no harm.

I have chosen to use phrases in my writing to show how I felt at the time. When I was a child I always identified Sandy as my step-mother.  We were not close and I needed distance between her and my mother. Over time and much honesty Sandy and I have bridged the step-mother gap and I simply now call her my mother. It feels right now, but we both know that it didn’t always. So, in my story I decided to use the term step-mother when I am telling the story from my perspective as a child. When I begin telling how I see things today I call her Sandy, simply because I don’t see her as a step mother any longer. Honestly it is hard to write stories about the past when they involve Sandy and I. We have simply come so far since then. I feel if I hadn’t lived through this life changing moments I wouldn’t be who I am today. And I like the person I have become.

So, before I post my story tomorrow. I want to say thank you. Thank you to my parents, because no matter what we managed to struggle through…I wouldn’t be me without you. I love how far we have come.