December 06, 2006
This year a few care packages went out with cards in them. Those names are not on my list, but their cards had an early exit point from the house. I hope the cards made sense. Some cards will go out as e-cards, because e-cards make us laugh.
My father, stepmother, and stepgrandmother Nobu are crossed off the list. We'll be seeing them just after Christmas and we all agreed to exchange gifts then. My stepmother and Nobu handmade us a few Christma ornaments, which they sent over with a Christmas card a few weeks ago. We responded in kind, with Christmas ornaments from Harrod's and a sparkly glittery Christmas card for them.
I have a few friends on the list that are card bound. I have my father's crazy Japanese mother and my cheap uncle. I have one or two colleagues that will be getting cards.
And my maternal grandmother's card was snuggly wrapped in a cardboard box with a mug and a birthday card. Her birthday was yesterday. I didn't call. I didn't think my call would be answered and I worried it would be. We communicate via letters only-she'll send me a long one which carefully mentions nothing about the family, I send back a thick stack of pictures of Angus' kids, of Gorby, of our holidays.
And then.
And then....
I don't know what to do about the other.
We haven't spoken since January. I got a stroppy voice mail in the summer. It's been complete and total silence and that's keeping me comforted. The phone, it is my profession. The phone, it is also a weapon.
Maybe the truth of it is we have nothing to say to each other. Maybe we don't want to hear each other's voices. Maybe we're both engulfed in the martyrdom of our own private issues, or own private angers. We cannot talk without fighting, and I don't want to fight, I don't even want to talk. Maybe we cannot forgive our tresspasses-I'm talking to someone. You're insensitive. I don't want you in my life. That's fine I don't want you in mine. My year has been hell. Your year could never be anywhere near as bad as mine.
I would say that you win, but the competition is not interesting to me.
I love you but we're not so good for each other.
I hold glass ornaments in my hand and spin them round. I stare at my blurring whirring reflection and debate the point of it all. Then, like a switch, I shudder and turn it all off. Most of my self-defenses are under examination but this is one I can't live without.
I've spent my life trying to be the good child. I worked so hard to be loved by you, to be lovable. I spun my wheels to please, I lived for approval, I throbbed for acceptance. I never missed a birthday, I never missed a holiday, I never missed Christmas, I never missed a thank you letter. I was the good child...and still I lost. Good child...fuck. Being the good child never got me anywhere.
And this is where I'm struggling. I'm so fucking angry with you and you're so fucking angry with me. I'm fine to not hear from you again (I say ever, my therapist says for now, maybe there's a middle ground or maybe my stubborn streak will rule, I don't know). But there's the filial piety coming in. There's the urge to do the right thing, to be the good girl, to be loved. My head battles itself.
Fuck you, I don't want your love.
Oh yes I do.
No I don't.
Fuck you, too.
Angus says, quietly: Maybe you should send a card.
I think: Ironic, isn't it? You hated him so, he's one of our fenceposts, yet he's been the one with the duct tape and the olive branches.
So all around me is Christmas. Our Christmas tree goes up soon. The decorations are draped over the spare bed.
And the Christmas cards await us.
I think I know how the outcome of this will be.
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