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| Tuesday, October 24, 2006 |
| What’s Left Unsaid |
At what point is it too late to tell someone something?
Is it ever too late?
At what point are you better not knowing, or is it always worth knowing all the details?
I'm torn as to the answer.
What prompted the thought you ask, well I just found out some things that happened back at home when I moved to Utah back in the summer of 2000. It's 2006, late 2006 at that. Part of me wonders why no one else bothered to tell me about the things my mom went thru when I left, or the things she put others thru. The only reason I found out was because my Mom thinks her best friend is going to go thru it when her daughter leaves for Colorado this week. My situation and Her's is vastly different, but then again I haven't been living at home all 26 years of my life.
Actually I'd pick not knowing, cause I feel like shit knowing. It's not like I can do anything about it now, but still that feeling eats away at me on the inside. Or is it the fact that no one clued me in just as an FYI that bugs me. I know I wasn't in the best condition when I got back, but that was 6 years ago. Well at least my Dad and I will have something to talk about during lunch this week, that is if we don't get any tag-alongs.
I think it's hard for any parent to let go of their child, if it's their only child (like my mom's friend) or if you know they're making a mistake (my mom's point of view of my move). You can't keep your child from growing-up, I know I can't keep my daughter from growing though I've tried and she's only 5.
Hmm, now that I look back over what I wrote it really doesn't flow as smoothly as I'd hope. But alas my thoughts aren't coming out any other way. |
posted by Heidi @ 11:43 AM  |
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