Morning everyone.
You summed up the situation brilliantly eddie It's so terribly sad that the person who literally owes his life to you is now just another customer in the supermarket.
I read your post out to Mr. S. who simply said wow; that's a perfect summary of where we are.
TBH it wouldn't have made any difference to me if our GS's had been with him. Like their father they're strangers to us, more so because we've never known them.
I have a temper too Whiff
. It has tempered over the years but I didn't even feel anger which I was sure I would if I ever came face to face with him again, but apart from a momentary and slight heart flutter, I felt nothing at all.
I always thought I'd have plenty to say and judging by the expression on his face as he came toward me, I think he thought so too but he's not worth my time, my anger or my pain.
He got to the check out just before us and we could have queued behind him but I went to a another one. Mr. S. said he'd never seen anyone load and pack their shopping so quickly, as if he couldn't get out fast enough.
Perhaps the encounter was harder for him than it was for us.
It's been almost 13.5 years so maybe he thought I'd have plenty to say which I can't blame him for, because I always thought I would too. We wont mention it to DS whose the eldest because I said years ago that I would no longer get into discussions about his brother, unless he was worried and/or upset and needed to talk.
Bless him, the number of times his name's come up in conversation since then will be in single figures.
I'm pleased and TBH proud of myself for not speaking to him Bridey. I've always regretted responding to the email he sent two days after my mum died; I should have left it.
It was so wrong of him after years of estrangement when my grief for mum was so raw to get in touch. I was furious and I often think that that should have been my response; at least it would have been an honest one.
Doing something like that could give an EP false hope, that that might be the beginning of seeking reconciliation and when it doesn't happen, they could be left with worrying that their response was somehow lacking and that's why there was no further contact.
Thank goodness I didn't go down that road and neither did
Mr. S. when he did the exact same thing when his mum died.
It did draw a line Allsorts and one that I'm truly thankful for.
Our move here did bring us much closer geographically and the market town where we saw him, is where we have our flat and get our weekly shopping because we check the post.
So after 18 months of living here it was bound to happen eventually, there was always an inevitability about it and if it
happens again, it wont be the shock it was yesterday.
That's something we'll never know love0c. I did wonder if he'd already spotted us and was doing his best to avoid what happened but if that were the case, why did he walk down the aisle we were walking up?
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What did surprise me was the difference of my reaction between yesterday and when my cousin told me my brother had asked her to pass on his contact details, which I have anyway, just before Christmas.
I had a panic attack, felt sick and burst into tears all in the space of 5 minutes before knowing I would never want to contact him again and then feeling calm and I suppose empowered.
Thank goodness that didn't happen yesterday as I just felt empowered when I refused to acknowledge his presence. For the first time in 13.5 years I actually felt that I was in control, because I was
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