I hated the anger I felt towards him, hated the way I treated him in his moments of weakness. I hated the doctors that gave him the opiates that eventually took over his life, and I hated the disease that robbed me of the father that had taught me to play baseball and make the best ice cream sundaes in the world.
In a profound sense, vulnerability is the path to self-reflection. It is at the moment you become emotionally honest that you are more conscious of listening and understanding. Once your suit of armor has been removed, you can bring choice, strength and opportunity to the stressors in life. So take a leap of faith and embrace the positive aspects of learning to be vulnerable.
My brother and I accepted our mother's version of the affair that produced our sister with few questions, even though Lydia looks completely different from the rest of us. Mom is a long-legged Latina, but my brother and I take after our father. We're both tall blonds. Lydia is petite and cinnamon-coffee dark with tightly curled blue-black hair.