Baseball game with my brother and niece visiting from out of state
My daughter (Freshman year done – 3.8 GPA) comes home from college Sunday
Before my dad passed away a few years ago, I had seen my ten years older half brother maybe five times, tops, in my adult life. Talked to him on the phone maybe five times. We didn’t dislike each other, but we didn’t know each other either.
His daughter, my niece, came to the funeral. She was about 33 a few years ago. I had seen her last when she was two. Two. 31 years prior to my dad’s passing. At two she was drinking coke out of a baby bottle but those days must have ended quickly. She’s a tall, graceful charming dance instructor who treats her body like an instrument now.
On my 23rd anniversary — One day before my X went on a trip with his employee where they pledged their love (or whatever sordid thing they did) — we fought over dinner at a nice restaurant about seeing my brother more. Seeing him at all. Planning to see him.
X didn’t want to get involved. My brother is “religious” and a Nascar fan. His 33 year old daughter lives with him. That has to be wrong somehow, right? Why try to start a relationship now?
I’VE GONE TO EVERY FUCKING WEDDING, BAR MITZVAH, BIRTHDAY, ANNIVERSARY FOR YOUR STUPID (JUST AS “CRAZY”) FAMILY MEMBERS FOR 23 YEARS. MY FATHER PASSED AWAY AND IT SPARKED SOMETHING IN THE SIBLINGS — TIME’S RUNNING OUT. A-WASTING. LET’S GET TOGETHER MORE AND NOT JUST AVOID JESUS AND NASCAR.
And while that seems perfectly reasonable to me, and hopefully you, that, my friends, is how to start a divorce ball rolling.