We went on a “day trip” yesterday to hike in the mountains.
We used to do this sort of thing as a family “all the time.”
I don’t know when we stopped.
Not all at once.
Just one day we didn’t.
Until another day we didn’t.
Until we just didn’t.
But yesterday we tried.
I don’t know why.
It was a disaster though I suspect not a disaster that anyone else noticed.
(Or did they?)
I felt like the only sober person at a party of drunks.
My family is short with one another, they snipe at one another and there seems to be a constant flow of ridicule.
No one can answer one another nicely or with a nice tone.
It seems no matter what anyone has to say to another, their voice is laced with hostility.
I suspect much of it is just “habit” now.
It’s my husband’s fault.
Yes, it is.
An alcoholic in the household is the proverbial bad apple.
No one is rubbing off on him.
He’s rubbing off on all of us.