Sibling Memories.

After reading The Babe and checking out Colin's entry she refered to, I wrote a long bit about my sibs. Then as I started to read part of it I realized that where a couple of them are concerned I still have real issues.

My parents were unwittingly hard on my self esteem (they were older and tired), and so were a couple of my sibs. Nothing they meant to do, mind you, they were just trying to live their lives. Unfortunately being the tail end of a line of six stretching 21 years in the making and featuring grandkids for the folks while I was still a toddler didn't leave much space for me. At all the points in my life where I should have been the star of the show there were others with greater achievements or greater needs. It was never about me. Hurts to think about it too.

Damn! I wasn't planning any self therapy today, just a trip to the grocery and hotdogs for dinner. What the hell do you do with a self revelation like that?