About a year ago, I was contacted on FB by an ex of my brothers. They were teenage sweet hearts. She had been in my circle of friends, but we weren't close, and anyway, her focus was DB, to the extent she more or less spent all her time on our front room couch having extended snogging sessions with him. Tue front room was their territory, and my sisters and I were evicted most evenings. My mother worked Long hours. My father died when we were young, so DB ruled the roost.
The last time I physically saw her was 37 years ago.
They split up after college and not too long after our family relocated to London, made the odd visit back but I never saw her, and she never made any efforts to contact me. My friends never saw her either.
About a year ago, I got a friend request off her on FB, and we had a catch-up. All great. But I was a bit confused why she'd bothered. Till she messaged me 5 .months to tell me she had breast cancer a few years ago and it was ack and spreading. Could I tell our mutual friends (who also had not heard from her in 30+ years).
I set up a WhatsApp group for us all as we are in various locations but 2 are still near her. The tone she set was of friends that had always been there for each other...though none of 7sbhad spoken to her for 3 decades. She'd passed 2 of my friends in the street once, and made no acknowledgement of them.
I wondered if we were her only friends in all this time apart from her ex husband and others partners?
Then, she starts questioning me about my DB. What bands did he still like. What was he doing?
I gave evasive answers. She pressed. I felt myself getting irritated and then explained that his behaviour in the past to us was physically, emotionally and mentally abusive. Our house was a war zone. He left so much damage behind and we no l9nger had a relationship of any distinction. She expressed surprise, at this as she never thought he was like that.
I felt incredulous as she'd witnessed his meltdowns. The screaming and hitting. The verbal abuse. Bullying throwing things. Kicking and punching me. Stealing my money and destroying stuff I held precious. Once, he chased me with a knife into a neighbours house where the man there dropped him and pinned him to the floor. No one said a word. I went to school with a black eye and a wound to my face, bruises on my hip and arms. No one said anything.
One day, my ypunger DS, who was doing tae kwondo, returned his request for us to hit him with a direct kick to the chest, and he stopped hurting us from that moment on.
After explaining this to her, she apologised for bringing it up though it left me wondering if she saw me as a route to him to have a reunion or something?
I feel so bad in one way as she is ill and possibly terminal, and whilst I understand she wants to recall happier times, I am beginning to feel manipulated.
Or
She is on some very strong meds which are having a big impact on her.
Memories have been released that I could do without and I'd rather keep my distance. I don't know...
Thanks for listening.