Thank you once again Serena.
Lately I’ve been pondering the fact that no one, not one person in my family of origin has ever said, “I’m sorry.”
Not just that but no mention of my sufferings at all, not once, not at all, never.
A sister-in-law moved here from California about five years ago. We became close including feeling comfortable enough to talk about my past.
She asked, “Has anyone ever said they were sorry?”
I looked at her quizzically, thinking, wondering, then slowly answered, “No.”