But the excuses kept piling up.
They took a cabin trip in October. I found out when Jason posted a picture with Ivy and her husband around a bonfire.
I didn’t know until we got there.”
“They couldn’t have texted me? I like camping. I would’ve come.”
“They didn’t think you’d want to freeze your butt off for two days.”
“I like fishing in the cold, Jason.”
“I know.”
I smiled through birthdays where I wasn’t invited, holidays where I was “too busy,” and family photo albums where I didn’t exist.
Then everything shifted.
My grandmother passed.
She was the type who never missed a phone call, who mailed me newspaper clippings with little notes like, “This made me think of you,” in cursive.Continue reading…