Surrender
It’s been a battle recently. The inner conversations have been fierce. “Send them the memoir. If they only knew what I know. That would change everything.” “No, that’s a bad idea. I’m just going to stir up the hornet’s nest. Making them mad isn’t going to accomplish anything.” “But maybe one of my brother’s kids will believe my son’s testimony. Maybe one of them will even take a DNA test to prove my brother is actually my half-brother.” “Nobody in my biological family is going to believe me. It doesn’t matter what evidence I have. Tarnishing another person’s reputation will only make me look bad, even if I’m right.” “Time is running out. I really should try to reach out to my parents again.” “I reached out several months ago. There’s no relationship there. They’ll just ignore my questions and points and will keep sending me lifeless emails on holidays and birthdays. What’s the point?” I’m not one to give up. I’m persistent. If there’s a solution, I’ll find it. But at tim