Comments on: Airing some seriously dirty laundry

By: Bipolarlawyercook

Bipolarlawyercook — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 00:30:08 +0000

I couldn’t agree more. Your memories are yours, they’re True, and no one can tell you they’re not. Hugs.

By: Amanda

Amanda — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 06:01:07 +0000

Wait, so, we shared a childhood too?!

Been there honey. Just let him express things the way he needs to and you do the same.

Love you mucho.

By: Tammy

Tammy — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 03:48:31 +0000

Oh Aaryn… I can relate. But here’s what I’ve been wondering lately. Does anyone have a family that is not messed up? If so, they are people I’d like to meet. Just to know that it’s possible.

By: Sara

Sara — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 14:31:21 +0000

He’s selfish. And what really drives that home is that he surfaced and tried to make waves while your Mom was visiting.

My family is effed up, too, Aaryn. I empathize.

By: Joe Crawford

Joe Crawford — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 14:05:04 +0000

Big stuff. Hang in there.

By: Destiny

Destiny — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 00:29:58 +0000

Thanks for this post. I can relate in sooo many ways!

By: Leslie

Leslie — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:50:31 +0000

Memories are memories. Foggy memories are still exactly that–memories. I imagine him trying to clear an already clear mirror because his perception is bent like he forgot his glasses. Your memories are your memories. And this is your outlet–you can even lie if you wanted to do that.

I have hit the proverbial eject button on my sister and you are beautifully handling the bullshit he is feeding you and trying to feed your readers. I would not be so graceful.

By: Bonzize

Bonzize — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:37:46 +0000

Aaryn – what Stacy said. And what you said. xoxo
YFGM

By: stacy

stacy — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 08:10:54 +0000

my father, who is a big man, in more than one sense of the word, used to always tell me that when I let people make me angry (which is often now, but was more often then) that I was giving them too much control over me. daddy was right.

honey, the fact that your brother says, out of one side of his mouth, that he grants you your grief (gee, thanks), and out of the other, feels the need to “correct” your memories, says a great deal about him. your writing is your own, and your honesty and bravery is part of your unique voice. no one–not even your dumb brother– can take it away or compromise it. his efforts are actually pretty pathetic, aren’t they? when you think about it? tell him to get his own blog, or express his concerns to you via snail mail. or just tell him to fuck off.

By: kerryanne

kerryanne — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 08:05:14 +0000

I remember reading that post and feeling horrible for you. There are moments in life that can be fuzzy, but others that remain crystal clear for life.
Keep doing what you are doing. x