Meg here, I hope you all had a nice weekend. I am using this weekend as a family detox. I spent 11 days with family and it was very nice seeing my sister and family and my Grandmother. Well, very nice to see my Gram but even dinner with her, my bff, was weird when all those old-school taboos played in.
My grandfather died like a decade ago. My mother was trying to figure the profit of selling his house and said “Well, it has to be split between the 6 kids.” My sister piped up that since one had died there were 5 kids. My mother said “Don’t forget Uncle XYZ..” My sister said “Who the hell is Uncle XYZ?” My mother just responded it was our Grandfather’s secret son, our secret uncle and to just do the house math. I am 32 years old, I just found out about my Uncle XYZ, like 8 days ago.
That’s the way it is. It is so disturbing to me. So many weird family secrets come out all the time. It’s not just me, everytime my bestfriend’s Gram gets tanked at Thanksgiving she lets one out of the bag..“We’re Jewish!…“Your Grandfather was 100% Native American!”…“Grampy was married before!”
When I said to my mother that I thought it a bit unnerving to just find out about Secret Uncle she said to me “That’s nothing. My grandfather had two families.”
When I would read in novels the star character got secretly knocked up and “sent away to stay with a cousin” I shouldn’t have laughed at how dumb that was. It’s 2008, I went with my awesome Gram and my Dad to dinner. A friend of my Gram’s asked how I was. I said I was getting divorced but all is good. My Gram and Father actually said, in front of me “HAHAHA, she’s kidding they’re not getting divorced.” What? I’m getting divorced. “HAAHA, they’re working it out. She’s just joking, haha”.
I actually had to try to convince my grandmother’s friend that while wacky, not insane. Yes, I am getting divorced.
I’m from Boston, that’s supposed to be progressive. We’re not the Kennedy’s, we’re not running for anything. Who the Hell cares?
I’m all for keeping up with the Jones’s, however, you know the Jones’s have an insane relative locked in their attic.
I’m just over it. Yes, I smoke ciggs. Yes, I enjoy my cocktails. Yes, I’m getting divorced.
I think Marilyn Monroe said it best ..“I fear being like everyone I hate, I fear failure, I fear losing control. I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another, getting lost in something, or losing everything to get lost in. And I fear being a completely acceptable sheep in society.”
This black sheep has finally become OK with the label, it’s OK for me to not follow the herd.
I can’t be the only one that feels like this! Chime in black sheep! have you any wool?