I don’t reach out to my immediate family very often.
To be frank, I hardly reach out to anyone on a routine basis.
I used to be ashamed of this because of everyone around me. It was particularly heavy when I moved to Huntsville. Coworkers, co-habitants, and friends alike talked to their parents and siblings on the phone many times per week more than I. The infrequency always weighed me down with worry and insecurity. Instead of being honest with myself and my independence, I rationalized and justified in order to be socially acceptable (from my point of view).
This entry is one of those moments.