Sunday, December 24, 2006
I went over to visit The Mongoloids, but could only remain a few minutes, as The Father insisted on monitoring us. I do not know why. He stood in the foyer as I hugged them each in turn. Nobody said anything in particular, so I handed the kids their gifts and had them open them up. We couldn't talk, though, and The Father stood there expecting me to leave as soon as possible.
So I left, fuming. What right has he to restrict my access to my own siblings? I just want to spend some time with them. I haven't seen them in two years! What did he presume- that I would send him out, so that I could then whisper, "Okay, kids- time to start hating Daddy and Terri!" They're smart enough and old enough to make their own decisions. They can all recognize a dousche when they see one.
Ashlea agreed to come over to casa Koury sometime tomorrow. Mayhaps I can have her mediate an exchange, where the five of us all go to the Museum of Fine Arts or a movie. I brought the idea up with the children, which is where The Father interjected with, "Well, we'll talk about it", "we" presumably meaning he and Terri. This is absolutely ridiculous. I should not need approval to see my siblings.
I haven't done anything wrong. I would like to be with my family once or twice a year, and I can't even have that, just because I don't conform to what Terri and The Father have decided a family should be, as though they are experts on the subject. They both need a severe shaking. Between the two of them, they have been thrice divorced (four, to include my mother). They are not infallible. Treating me like a prodigal is childish and irrational. I don't sell drugs and I am not a member of any underground political organization. I go to school, I go to work, I try to go to sleep in between. I am not radical about anything.
I want my family.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:37 PM]