Been a little out of sorts lately. I am really not always like this. I swear I will have interesting things to say that are of a more fun variety. Soon.
In the mean time, I got a call last Friday that blew my mind. And my husbands mind, so I knew it wasn't just me.
It's hard to explain without going into a lot of old business, but let's just say that someone is finally being stopped short for something that has gone on for years and years.
Actually, enough with the cryptic crap. I hate it that my family seems to be overly involved with the justice system, but it is what it is. And it doesn't have to make me feel like a loser...
My mother is now a convicted felon and will be sentenced on Monday the 29th of November. A reign of terror that has caused hurt for so many people is coming to an abrupt halt. She was convicted of felony domestic violence against my sister, for an event that happened last January. (For those following this little soap opera, that would be my only sister who is the fine example of parenting these days. Yes the whole apple and the tree thing... I am hoping that this might signal a big change in some family dynamics, eventually.)
The part that blows my mind is that the prosecutor called to tell me that the judge has decided that my mother is not eligible for the minimum based on information that I provided. The minimum is 90 days. It seems that I was able to prove a pattern of behavior, which will be one of the biggest deciding factors in what her sentence will be. The prosecutor will call me after the proceeding to let me know what the ultimate decision is.
Let me tell you, I have been on a roller coaster of emotions. I honestly believed that nothing would ever come of this. Most people think that my mother is the nicest so and so around, at least until she blows up in their face or tries to run them over with her car. Yes, that has really happened. And then people just walk away and stop being her friend, leaving her to continue taking her rage out on her family. I am in disbelief that the facade has finally crumbled. That someone has finally seen what has really been going on for all this time. I feel vindicated and guilty all at once. I am grateful that my sister will see that this behavior is truly wrong and maybe take a look at her own. I am sad that it took so long. I haven't come to terms with the idea that my words and evidence will lead to a more severe sentence for my own mother. I wonder who my sister might have been if my mother had gotten help or been different. The roller coaster hasn't stopped yet...
As I sort through all these feelings, I am ultimately at some sort of peace. My family is changing, though the process is raw and difficult. I know that I am contributing in a positive way.
My husband and I will be spending Thanksgiving with my nephew and his father and their family. We will celebrate a good moment with a family that has been waiting for this for a long time. We will be part of something bigger than ourselves. Part of something that could contribute to a better future. I really can't ask for anything more. Happy Thanksgiving.