We all grow in different ways in life.
Everyone.
Even if it's just older until we die....
This week, I am in Oklahoma. In my hometown. The place I ran away from when i was just three days shy of my 18th birthday.
I always try to come for a once a year visit. See my relative's, let them see I am alive and well.
Last year it was to for my birthday and to see my younger brother get married... This year it is to say my final goodbyes to my passing grandmother.
All families are complicated. I know they thought they were doing what they believed was right and for that I love them. Which is why I am here. To tell her I love her. To be with her in the final days.
But we all know that with the passing of a family member comes with cleaning out their things.... (My grandmother wants to go through her sewing room before she goes as over the years she has hidden gifts and things she wants passed down.
Here is where the tea gets spilled....
My grandparents were once swingers.....and had a third.... She was my grandmothers best friend and their neighbor. But not only my grandparents... But my Aunt and Uncle are as well.... With their male partner. (Havent met him yet but interesting to find out). Turns out my parents were also kinksters when they were married... (This I knew as My mother accidently let slip she had had a few threesomes when she was younger)
I come from a line of kinksters and for that I may be slightly proud.