It is what it is.
Grief has a powerful effect on a person, especially the mind. It also has a way of bringing people together. I had not spoken to my parents since my separation with Yemi.
I needed to call my mom and check on her. I knew it would open up conversations leading to questions.
Was I ready to answer those questions yet?
I also had to face my aunts, they would ask questions. They always wanted to know what was going on in the family. Family gossip was an essential part of our family life. The comparisons between the siblings and their children. The competition was toxic.
I picked up my cell phone and looked at the time on the screen. It was a few minutes past 11am. I went back to sleep shortly after reading the text from Idara. I hadn't responded to her. What was there to say? He was our “favorite” uncle. No one knew about our incestuous relationship. I could not tell anyone for two reasons. The first reason was that no one would believe me, and I would be punished and always regarded with scorn. I would be seen as the person who wants to break the family unit. My mom and her siblings were close, even though they sometimes didn't see eye to eye on certain issues. They had group energy when it came to conflict. The second reason was, I enjoyed it. As much as I hated the…
