A toddler in an emotionally explosive and unstable family has her leg amputated. In spite of significant hurdles, she powers through to become a successful career woman and equally successful single parent.
Wendy Sura Thomson is a 5-star author of Summon the Tiger, The Third Order, The Man from Burnt Island, and Postcards from the Future (as a contributing author.) She has several more works underway. She lives in Michigan with her beloved Setters and covets sipping coffee outdoors first thing in the morning, rain or shine., listening to the waterfall and the birds and watching [often with amusement] the pups explore.
Who needs it? My parents' relationship was textbook toxic, and it spilled over everywhere.
I must admit, some of the things I have done might also seem textbook family drama. My older son married a very headstrong Venezuelan who wanted to get married in Cartagena Colombia. To a one, every relative said they wouldn't go. I said I wouldn't go. FaceTime me in. It was all my fault that they ended up getting married in Florida, where her parents and sisters lived. And this was four months after they had a civil ceremony in Michigan. They count their anniversary in May, when it legally is in January.
I have said no to them a couple of times. I guess family drama sometimes can't be avoided. My current, strong desire is for peace. Because of that, I won't put myself in uncomfortable situations. Not that I fight, mind you. I simply choose not to participate. I walk away.
Summon the Tiger
I announced my engagement to my parents. We were going to get married in the fall, and we were working on details. Bill’s mother was stereotypical Irish Catholic, and because of the divorce he couldn’t remarry in the Catholic church without an annulment. It meant a lot to him, so we started proceedings to get his marriage annulled. That was going to take some time, so we were looking at civil alternatives. Marriage in a different faith was entirely out of the question: I think Bill really believed that a lightning bolt would come out of the sky and strike him down if he ever set foot in some other denomination’s facility. Anyway, a couple of weeks after my happy announcement I got a call from my father, who flatly stated that if my mother was going to be there, count him out. A couple days later I got the same call from my mother. Bill’s parents were in Florida and were not planning on attending, so once again, why bother? The Queen of No Ceremony suggested that the two of us simply elope and escape all of the drama. My godmother Marnie, aghast at my parents’ behavior, offered to throw us a reception when we got back. That was the plan, and that’s what happened. The very pleasant part was that all of my cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents came, and Bill’s mother came, which forced my parents’ hands. They came, and they behaved themselves.