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I wanted them to be proud of me and I was the only one in my biological family to become a college graduate. It was a terrible time filled with fright and grief.
I don't know why I didn't invite my daughter to come. I felt if my daughter came on this trip, she would take all the attention away from the girls because she always had to be the center of attention.
When the grief overtakes me, I remember moments like those that cannot be taken away from me. I did all the things I thought good moms do--including abstaining from alcohol, my family's curse.
I feel I have failed at something more important than anything else in life, motherhood. I didn't want my kids to have a drunken mother and I was the only one of my four siblings that did not succumb to alcoholism. I know she was only 9 years old when my sister died at age 35 with 3 small children. Sometimes I feel: "My daughter would rather it was me that died as little as she cares for me." When my sister died, I know I had a lot of grief and a lot of fear because the cancer that killed her runs in families and the doctors were treating me like I was a cancer waiting to happen.
She helped with cleaning the house and there was always a ton of housework. She wanted to be in the same bedroom with them and she was by now, in her early twenties and they, much younger, were influenced by her smoking in their bedroom, cursing and cynical, critical attitude.
I felt she was not the best influence on them though she was still young herself, only in her early 20's.
Later, it was mentioned to me that this hurt her very much and I can certainly understand how that might have happened. I wanted them to have the attention from the family because I felt they were more needy than she. So I decided to take the girls without my daughter.
I thought at the time, she would spend Christmas with her dad and it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I know with certainly I didn't intend to be hurtful to my daughter by doing this, but I think I felt we all needed a break from her.I enrolled them in the private school where I taught and paid tuition. My second husband, I believe, just couldn't handle it.I knew he had an anger problem all his life after a head injury from a motorcycle accident when he was young.Several years later, when my mom died, I took in my other sister's 3 girls because my sister was a serious alcoholic and unable to care for them.No one else stepped forward to this incredible responsibility. My own two children were grown and out of the house. Sometimes when I grieve for her and cry for her, I vivid memory come to me--- a day I was sitting out in the backyard and the school bus dropped her off in front of the house.