Life Happens

Those of you who know me well and read my blog often have probably noticed that a year ago my sister began a regular appearance on here. That is because one year ago, our family's world came crashing down. We've given only the basic facts as explanation when asked. My sister is separated from her husband and to spare Savannah a cross country custody battle, she is living with him at this time. It is messy and it has been a challenging and trying year.

 But....it has been a year. 

Tomorrow marks the date of the phone call that changed everything for us. I held a little therapy session with my sister a couple of weeks ago. We took pictures for her to look back on and she told me afterwards to blog about it. That comment showed me how much she has changed in the year that Jennie moved home to us. She has confidence to tell her story and if you want the details, you can ask her. It's not my story to tell but I hope she tells more people so if they are in a similar situation they don't follow in her steps but instead they get out fast without making the same mistakes she did. I'm sure you can read between those lines.

Jennie has never let herself be angry. She has learned to keep it inside to keep the peace. But she has good reason to be angry and she needs to get it out. I, on the other hand, have really never had a problem expressing my anger. ;) So, I decided to get her to get angry and do something about it. We boxed up all of the leftover glassware from our garage sale that didn't sell and was going to be donated and headed out to a deserted field.

We loaded up some pillowcases and went to town. I would like to thank my dad again for sending protective eye goggles because the pillowcases were apparently not the best choice for containing the shards and chunks of glass and porcelain. Oops!

Here is a shot of Jennie rolling her eyes at me and it not working. I'm happy to say that after a little while, she got mad enough (I can have that effect on people!) and she did kick some vase and wine glass booty. I didn't do so bad myself.

 I will never agree with Jennie on everything with this situation. We have butted heads repeatedly this year and you can bet we will again. It's funny how sibling roles can be so fluid within a family. I would say that maybe my way of handling situations is not always the right way but of course we already know that it always is. ;) 

 Despite the many arguments we've had this year, we are getting closer than we have been in a long time. Hindsight is always 20/20 and looking back I know now why we grew so far apart during her marriage. I'm envisioning an exploding wine glass right now. 

I could get all symbolic and say the glass represents shattered dreams and fragile relationships but I'm going to assume that is implied and move on from there. Instead, I'd like to envision other things being shattered, but then again I am the aggressive one. :)

In the past year I learned the strength of my sister and also that of my remarkable parents, the devotion of my husband and more importantly, I got my sister back. The state of these bats should be proof enough to not mess with us. Together we're quite the team, always have been, always will be. 

But um, yeah, Luke, I really am sorry because those bats really can never be used again. Oops! 

Next therapy session: Paintballing!!!