My hero story was sentimental, shmaltzy and involved Bette Midler singing the theme tune to Beaches.
Probably best all round that there's bog all point to me posting it.
Actually, sod it. I'm gonna post it anyway. I'm not dead just yet and, well, it's the principle, ain't it?
Anyone that's read my blog will know that my sis and I took our childhood abuser to court lately. He went to prison and we finally ended three decades of all round crappiness. Sis is known as 'the gobby one', always using her counselling training to confront people and never allowing a fight to go unshouted at. Me, I've always preferred to keep away from them all, let them stew in their own juice as long as they leave me and mine alone. I've just been living my own life in the background and being there for her when banging her head against walls got too much, listening to the endless analysis of conversations with our useless mother and generally having her children so she could study counselling (for me to then type up her essays) or go away for the weekend to have a break from it all.
The day of the sentencing we didn't get a chance to talk alone but later that evening I got an email from her with an attachment. I thought it was going to be one of those stupid amerian spelled fwds and sighed as I clicked it. As I read her text and heard Bette Middler singing I realised it wasn't.
She'd written 'Behind every big mouth is an even bigger heart. Thank you for being mine'
atta girl x
Posted by: bob | Thursday, 26 July 2007 at 20:49
Hats off, missus, a brave and heroic quest indeed.
Posted by: Cat | Thursday, 26 July 2007 at 21:10
*stands up applauding*
Beautiful, baby!
Posted by: Vi | Thursday, 26 July 2007 at 22:51
Much applause over here, too.
Posted by: clare | Sunday, 29 July 2007 at 01:04