text (Lucy) | un: schadenfreude

[scarredhorns]

[Lucy's noticed how the internet here doesn't allow one to post anonymously, so she decides to go with a username that she'll probably never use again. It's the closest thing she's got to anonymous.]

So, I went through the whole forum and it doesn't look like this has been asked before.

Who else was dead, or in the process of dying when they arrived here?

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[disasterstraight]

[ Oh, boy. She doesn't realize what she's just asked. ]

It is complicated.
My son is here, but he is here from years into my future, when he is nearly grown.
He was raised by his uncles. My wife's brother, and my half brother. They did the best they could, given the circumstances. But it is clear that his life would have been better, had we gotten the chance to raise him ourselves.

[scarredhorns]

I don't really know what to tell you. This is your family business, not mine.

[While she does sympathize with the son, she'd still prefer not to meddle in another person's family matters. In the end, it was none of her business.]

As a fellow orphan, all I can suggest is that you try to find some way to convey your love for him, without forcing it on him. Whether or not he comes around is up to him, but it's only natural that he'll try to brush you off at first if he hasn't already.

[Damn blue minobi! Even with the anonymity of the internet, she wishes she could refrain from talking about it. Yet deep down, Lucy's mind was begging to get it off her chest instead of letting it fester inside her heart.]

It's not easy for us to suddenly accept our parents' love after growing up without it.