Perfect Storm

I come from a 'broken home.' And as much as that statement is contrary to popular belief of some of my family members, the fact remains the same--it's broken. It's like having an 'elephant' in the room. Everyone knows about it and sees it, but no one wants to talk about it. I was taken off guard by my five-year-old on Easter. As I was loading the kids up in the van after a pleasant time with my side of the family that day, Skye asked, "Mommy? Why does Papa not live with Grandma?" The fact is simply this: my dad left my mom about 20 years ago. And even though my dad remained very much in the picture and didn't check out so to speak, he did still leave.











I am not going to sugar coat it for the sake of 'keeping face.' That has never been me and it won't ever be me. I don't brush things under the carpet to hide just to make other family members feel better about their choices that have undoubtedly affected others and the dynamics of the family.





I remember a conversation that I had with a family member a few years ago, where the other party told me that I did not have the right to talk about it and that they were tired of me bringing the issue up. Well, as soon as my dad walked out of that front door years ago, it made it about me, and my sisters too, and it gave me the right to talk about it.







When you have had one's parents separated for 19 to 20 years who have not as even so much as gotten a divorce, it can make for a perfect storm for strife, turmoil and family discourse. The fact is this, every single member of my family has scars and wounds so deep. We all share raw emotions as our family dynamic has broken down. Years and years of wounds and bandages, can't cover up the fact that not one single wound has appropriately been cleaned.











Going to God in prayer. I think I know what my next step will be--its time to thoroughly clean the wounds. Please pray for me and my family.