Around 1995, my mother was awarded "Woman Of The Year" status for her contributions to the Italian Home For Little Wonderers. My immediate family was invited to the awards ceremony at The Ritz Carlton in Boston.
The event was a smashing black tie affair with a live band, sit down meal, and an open bar. Or at least a kick ass bar.
There was a time in my life when my family was very important to me. In fact, I was over-identified with them. That’s the dysfunctional flip side to deep bonds and deep love. It doesn’t have to be present, but it was for me.
That over-identification had something to do with why, when some of my siblings hurt me very badly, I completely cut them out of my life. Or at least I tried to.
My perspective now is that whatever happened, had to happen, so that it could bring us to where we are as a family today.
When we were estranged, it was clear to me that for our family to work, some things had to be different. The environment was toxic for me, and I had to get out. But I really didn’t know how. So I spent a lot of years in this netherworld, where I was neither truly in nor truly out of my family. I told myself I was “out”, but how the hell could I be? I still owned property with two of my siblings and I lived in that home. And, despite what I told myself, despite what I told others, I still loved them. I still cared about them. I was kidding myself.
We are all getting along pretty well these days. My parents are no longer with us. I may write more about the journey I took with my family someday. For now, I just want them to know that I love them very much. And that I am so very happy that we are together again.

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