March 14, 2015
I've let go of my son. He appears in my mind about twice a week now. Like any other friend. He taught me how to let go by negative reinforcement. Demonstrated he didn't want to be a central figure in my life. So now he's on the outskirts. It's all one sided still; me giving and reaching out, providing gifts. Him accepting and saying thanks, sometimes. He can't be bothered with reciprocity. Can't or prefers not to imagine how it might feel for an older mother of one to be ignored and sidelined. I might skip his birthday this year.