On Monday I got an email from my mom but I didn’t read it, I read it Tuesday mid-morning and it basically said that she is going back to Bali. Back to my dad, apparently it is harder than she thought it would be to leave and forty years is a long time.
I get that, but I don’t get it. I guess I’m just supposed to be happy that my parents aren’t getting a divorce. But I’m still ambivalent except it hurts now deep in my gut whereas before I didn’t know how I felt all I could muster was hyper to mask whatever my head thought was coming, or maybe I subconsciously knew all a long.
I feel so many things right now; I know after doing this that I am capable of great things, turns out I made ONE mistake in the three weeks of planning of the entire mission and it was very minor.
I’m just now, today starting to get upset and deal with it, I’ve started to cry once or twice but quickly stopped, I’m not ready. They are going to get counseling but I’ve heard that one before too.
She has said thank you as much as she can with words for getting her out of Bali and I am thankful as all get out that I asked Foreign Affairs to get her to sign a sheet of paper witnessed by someone from the Australian Embassy stating that she was leaving of her own accord because I know he’ll claim that getting her out of there was all my fault as well. I think that is why I’m getting upset, the stuff he said to me was so evil I passed out, as I’ve mentioned, and I still worked 24/7 I’ve never done something so selfless and I did it for someone who up until maybe a month ago would have never done anything like this for us, not in a million years.
I won’t be able to get her out again when it happens again and it will, it isn’t like I’m best friends with the dude at Foreign Affairs and can just call him up and over beers say oh by the way my mom is stuck in Bali again. He’s in Ottawa but seriously I did it for nothing all those people worked their asses off for me for nothing.
And the worst is this puts a wedge back between us, how can it not, and I will not be forced into a relationship with either of them, as a unit or separately I’m not putting myself through this again I am almost thirty two years old they had nineteen years to build a relationship with me and they didn’t so retire and have fun in Bali and LEAVE ME OUT OF YOUR SHIT.






