“The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.”
– Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune
It was already sort of there; a kind of nebulous idea had formed of what long-term effect my father’s actions had on me personally. The selfish aspect of parental infidelity. But today, quietly, from nowhere, it put itself into a few simple words: I no longer have a family. I have family members, sure. Both my parents, my dad’s parents, aunts, uncles, cousins. Still there. But any cohesiveness is gone. People chose sides or kept away completely. Communication evaporated from all directions, including mine. Already distant relations now strangers. Ties quietly and passively severed.
I guess this is one of the disillusionments of adulthood.