Okay, my family doesn’t have an attic. And the word crazy gets tossed around much too easily.
Still, family has its challenges, and certainly every family member might should be locked in an attic for a while from time to time. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Sometimes I suspect I’m the one who should be in the attic…it’s probably quiet up there.
So, a particular someone in my family has a debilitating disease. This person doesn’t know I have a blog–and probably doesn’t even know what a blog is–but in the off chance I’m wrong about that, this story will be as convoluted as possible.
I’m not supposed to know this person is sick. Every time I talk to this person, I must act as if everything is fine. I know about the illness because someone else felt that I had a right to know, but that someone made me promise not to reveal that I know the truth.
In some ways, this makes life easy. I don’t have to figure out what to say or wonder what I should do to help. But then that someone tells me this person has stopped taking their medication. Just stopped. But I don’t know that, of course, so I can’t say, “Take your medicine!”
I ask, “How are you doing?”
This person says, “I’m fine. I had a cold.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I went to the doctor. Everything’s good!”
Do you ever have fake conversations with your family?