I've come to the realization that I had some bitterness left over authorities in my childhood not being aware of the abuse I was enduring. However, it was vital that my family stuck together.
I have recently been coming to terms with the fact that many family members have abandoned me when I was moving through the pain of a terrible repressed memory.
I have also come to the realization that it is alright.
I have a quiet voice that would like me to feel guilty over the loss. But I want all of us to know this too is not our fault. If they fall away during our hardest times, it's alright. That means there will be better friends/family ahead. God is the only one we really need anyway.
Graciously I have the physical love from my husband and two children.
But I will not feel guilty over the mistakes of others. It was their decision to not help or even ask how I was doing... not mine. It is their loss.... not mine. It was their decision... not mine.
All we have to do is forgive them.