I went out to California in Feb of this year to meet my biological siblings for the first time. The visit went well and phone calls later went find as well. Then the lull! My brother Greg dropped out of sight, phone tag insued and there were vague messages that he had been sick. He wasn't returning my phone calls, what was up!
As usual I went into denial for awhile and tried to ignore the situation. At times it would cross my mind and the fear would hit. Had I said something? Had I done something? Well I called him from the car yesterday on my way down to visit my kids and grandson and he answered the phone! Guess they are having to move. He's having problems with his kids. Why do I always think its me? Why am I still so afraid of rejection?
Sunday, June 3, 2007
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