Born Again
A friend and I recently exchanged war stories about our families. We slowly, tentatively revealed our scars. I think she showed me all of hers. I couldn’t. Mine are far too deep, too many to show all at once. I glossed over some recent incidences, the last ones that prompted me to yell ‘Enough’ for that final time. She didn’t say much. She is a great believer that people come into and out of our lives for a reason. So too do all experiences, good and bad. Sometimes I think she is an earth angel. Here to bring support, guidance and honesty. Other times I think she is just a good new friend. Either way, I am happy she is in my life. ‘You were simply born into the wrong family’ she said. What a revelation. Honestly. I had never thought about it that way. I agreed and realised that is the simplest, nicest and most honest way to describe my relationship with my family. I don’t share their life values. I don’t agree with their rules, judgments and lif...