tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9238596.post7536614904787368505..comments2023-08-29T09:12:53.828-05:00Comments on OMIGOD ... I'm ThirtyWHAT?: We're Better Off Not Knowing ... ThirtyWhathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15013731537383431181noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9238596.post-42603545703128875132014-06-14T06:34:37.296-05:002014-06-14T06:34:37.296-05:00She didn't send that letter, which can mean a ...She <i>didn't</i> send that letter, which can mean a million things you can't even begin to assume fairly. You're looking at one tiny little pixel in a very large picture; Even your conclusion that "...and she always felt that way" is horribly unfair. The fact that she felt that way at that one moment in no way implies that she always felt that way. <br /><br />Five years later, perhaps a letter she <i>did</i> mail said something like, "I can tell she and I will always have some issues, but how wrong I was to think, just a little while ago, that my life was anything but blessed by my second child."<br /><br />Or maybe not. My point is that you have no way of knowing. I don't blame you for feeling hurt, but your real takeaway should be that first thing you wrote: she was hurting so much, and you got a little glimpse of one very real moment a very long time ago. You understand your mother a little, little bit more than you did a day ago. That's kind of a neat, rare thing.<br /><br />I can't tell you what to do, but here's one vote for "don't tell her you know about this," at least not yet. There may come a moment where it might seem like a good idea to bring it up, but she has it hidden away for a reason.<br /><br />Hang in there. I'm not a huggy person at all, but I'd give you a hug now if I were anywhere in your vicinity. That's a tough thing to experience.onebadscrivenerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14369040536178632130noreply@blogger.com