October 8, 2009
When I grab camera for family pictures, no one says, “Hey, D,, get in--I'll take this one.” My ex accused me of being super-sensitive; one friend said I took everything personally. Maybe. But I get tired of being written out. My father remarried without bothering to divorce my mother, had other children, didn't acknowledge me. When a best friend died, her husband wrote a book, not mentioning me despite daily phone calls. I still have her voicemail messages, comfort myself with her still-cheery “Hi D!” greetings. And perhaps my half-siblings just don't care that much about photos.