Time to Get Personal
So, I got a wild hair up my butt today, and called my aunt...on my father's side. A bit of history. My parents divorced when I was about 6. I have had little to no contact with my father since then. Every now and then I get the crazy idea to make contact. Each time there is a bit of anger, resentment, curiosity. Today, there was no ill will. I just was interested in meeting him, getting to know him, etc. Why not? So I gave him my phone # and advised him to call me if he is ever in the area (he has stepchildren in these parts; I had never met his now deceased second wife; my stepmom). He said that would be good. I guess I have gotten over any need to dwell on the painful things in my past. What's the point? It is interesting to see how my family responds to my contacting him. I usually get, "Why?" Do they feel threatened? No need for it. I have a history with them, none with him. I don't know whether this move will lead to any "relationship", but hell, it is worth a try. And it will be nice to see where the other half of me came from. Life's to short to wait for things to happen, so the initial effort has been made. "Dad", huh? Weird.
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