I would study them when we were at family functions. I loved their hair, their eyeliner, their lives. They had their own apartments and their own careers! They are so different and yet possessed such commonalities that I admired.
My aunts were such an important part of me becoming a young woman. I love each one who married into our family as though they had always been a part of it. I wanted to be like them and that is how my view of the years I am in right now were shaped.
At my wedding, my stepfather and not my father walked me down the aisle.
My aunts stopped speaking to me.
I had babysat their children and could not wait to have a family of my own. So when I was pregnant with twins, I longed to share my experience with them. It felt so unnatural to not be getting advice from them, hear funny stories and have them as part of our support system.
Then we tried to have another baby. I had a miscarriage and was crushed. Did that ever happen to one of them? How about working with a family? How did they balance it all and make it look so easy? Some chose to stay at home. How did they manage?
We finally had James! Our family mimics the families I had idolized growing up and I still do not share our experiences with them.
I have been back home twice in six years and nothing is ever addressed. There are still family get
together's and chit chat. I never knew my family was so good at pretending. My head is screaming...how could you do this to me? How could you have deserted me at this crucial time in my life? Don't you miss me? Don't you care about me? How can you not acknowledge my children? I have had one aunt reach out via card and gift after the twins were born and again with James. Those cards made me weep. Weep for what I was missing. Time that can never be replaced.
I find myself asking, why can I not get over this? It has been six years! Why does this still hurt so much? This past weekend, all of these feeling came up as if they were brand new. I have created a support system of people who love me and my family so why do I still hurt for what never was?
When I think about all of this, one of my favorite songs blares in my head:
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying
So I guess I wait...