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There was a time when my family didnt tell me about reunions, gathering,etc. That lasted appox 15yrs. I was not a jerk and we got along. If they did tell me, it was I that chose not to attend. I prefered(at that time) not to have people around me that knew me well. My mother would try and track me down. I would put a call into her so she wouldn't worry. No details on where I was, just so she could here my voice.
Was I lonely? No. I think I wanted to have some control as to who was in my life (you know, you get to pick your friends kind of thing).
I call those years my "spy" years. I lived like I was on a secret mission.
Did my family worry about me? I'm not sure. I have always had a rep. of being able to take care of myself. Even as a young boy.
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