{"id":1526,"date":"2019-08-18T07:22:34","date_gmt":"2019-08-18T07:22:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/?p=1526"},"modified":"2019-09-01T00:43:14","modified_gmt":"2019-09-01T00:43:14","slug":"a-personal-balancing-act","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/a-personal-balancing-act\/","title":{"rendered":"A personal balancing act&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>With my parents, I find it hard to know how to feel about them.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Emotions and drives, like love and loyalty, never seem clear and obvious where Mum and Dad are concerned. There&#8217;s no clear sense of sympathy or empathy with their memories. With Mum, I have seen her as a victim of depression, genetics, bad medicine, and maybe a lack of self-worth. With Dad, it was too much ego, shame, and a need to be the boss &#8211; the need to be in the right &#8211; the household authority.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Both of them felt the pain of losing people they&#8217;d loved, and neither of them relied on the other for support (at least not that I ever saw). They each used alcohol to self-medicate, for years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All this tolls up to what looked like hard, unhappy lives, with little personal forgiveness, and lots of stored guilt and unresolved anger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And so, almost thirty years after Dad&#8217;s painful passing, and over 25 years after Mum&#8217;s final release from her pain, I am having trouble remembering them that well. Their voices are like faint whispers, third-hand stories or rumours, and it takes effort to convince myself that it all really happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My storytelling of them is the only thing keeping their ghosts active.  I think that the less I use it, the more I lose it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That&#8217;s a bit scary, but relationships are not supposed to be eternal. They mostly expire and fade away, along with the leaving of their human hosts.<\/p>\n<div class=\"pdfprnt-buttons pdfprnt-buttons-post pdfprnt-bottom-right\"><a href=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1526?print=pdf\" class=\"pdfprnt-button pdfprnt-button-pdf\" target=\"_blank\" ><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/plugins\/pdf-print\/images\/pdf.png\" alt=\"image_pdf\" title=\"View PDF\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1526?print=print\" class=\"pdfprnt-button pdfprnt-button-print\" target=\"_blank\" ><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/plugins\/pdf-print\/images\/print.png\" alt=\"image_print\" title=\"Print Content\" \/><\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With my parents, I find it hard to know how to feel about them. Emotions and drives, like love and loyalty, never seem clear and obvious where Mum and Dad are concerned. There&#8217;s no clear sense of sympathy or empathy with their memories. With Mum, I have seen her as a victim of depression, genetics, &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/a-personal-balancing-act\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">A personal balancing act&#8230;<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1526","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-memoirs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1526","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1526"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1526\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1542,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1526\/revisions\/1542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1526"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1526"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1526"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}