One of my favorite cousins is in town from New Mexico, so she, her sister and daughter and I all went out for Mexican food for lunch.
Aye ca rumba, I guess it was my idea to get the large pitcher of strawberry margaritas. It was a good idea. We had wonderful conversation, catching up, and remembering all the childhood moments that made us who we are.
I love my cousins; they fill the void in my life left by my estranged sisters. One cousin said, "resolve the issues"; but there aren't really any issues to resolve. Life is short, but not so short one has to tolerate truly unkind behavior or emotional abuse. In the name of peace, I just keep my distance. But I'm glad I have my cousins. I felt a little bit like I had to justify the estrangement, but then I realized, I didn't. It is what it is. No one is any the worse for wear with that particular lack of a sisterhood relationship. In fact, I've never been better. I hope I can stay that way. I'm sorry that my original family is not a family at all......but I also know it's not my fault nor is it a situation I can fix, or even want to fix. I've attained a comfortably numb peace with things the way they are.
I guess a lot of families end up like mine, estranged, distant, barely speaking anything but the most polite civilities. And its okay. I've found my family. I hope they've found theirs.