Today, I went to the wake of my friend's father, who's also the father of my ex - the boyfriend I had for two years, and the one before the father of my son. I didn't know what to expect. I just know it would be fairly awkward.
After the very liberating, feels-like-the-first-time trip from our house to the big city, my stomach was still feeling cold and petrified. When I entered the then familiar mall, I rushed to the nearest rest room and dwelt my not so precious time looking at the mirror, occasionally flipping my curls and turning around to examine my newly shaved legs. I was wearing a fitted blue polo shirt and skimpy denim shorts. I didn't care if it was inappropriate. I just felt good wearing them. And somehow I had this goal to look, and feel good.
So we got there. I was surprised by the warmth of the family I used to have. This is my ex boyfriend's family, and after almost four years of non-existence in their lives, they still shared this sweet and welcoming presence to me. It was genuine. Some of them even teased me. Suddenly, it wasn't so awkward.
I was still a bit nervous. But I handled it pretty well, maybe. I didn't faint. I didn't falter. I didn't walk out. Thanks to your adorable family Rej. They've made this challenge a little too delightful.
To Papa Domz, you are a good man. I admire how you loved Mama Lani and how you raised your children to become good people. I feel so honored and blessed to have had the chance to be part of your family. You will be definitely missed.
No comments:
Post a Comment