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Current Date: June 26, 2058
Character: Alexandra Westlake
Race: Halfling – Angel / Elf (snow) / Human / Vampire
Age: 48, physically about 24
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
There are times when I think about that snowy owl that I dropped off to Faith those fifteen or so months ago. I never really checked in after I’d dropped it off, in a way, I think I was worried that by doing so, I’d be tempted to offer to foster it and I don’t know that I would have been the right person for that. So, I didn’t. I do faintly remember Faith letting me know that it was doing well, and it had been released back into the wild but that’s all I know about it.
For just a bare few moments, some time in the following week or so, I did give thought to the idea of a pet but it was a very, very brief thing. I know that we’re better off without an extra in our lives. I’ve heard so many stories—I might not socialize much but I do still go with Seb to the market—about pets that I can imagine all the ups and downs that might happen with having one and I’m just not sure I can deal with that kind of thing.
I don’t want to see myself as being emotionally fragile, but I think that after what happened while I was growing up, I don’t think I can handle so well the thought of rejection in any way, shape or form. Not really. Even if it’s just from a pet being a butthead about something or other. Yeah, I know it would probably be rare. Yeah, I know that there are likely going to be far more positive days than negative ones, but I can’t help it.
Yeah, I’ve imagined—even if briefly—myself smiling wryly at coming into our living room, or our kitchen, or whichever spot, to finding a mess clearly pet-made only for that pet to have that innocent little look on their face as though they’re claiming their innocence while we think them guilty but that they’d never admit to doing anything wrong even while it was clear that they’d done it.
Wild, the things I can think about even just briefly, right? Yeah.
Yes, I know that this particular situation could very well also never happen. It would depend on the type of pet we’d get. This whole refusal thing could also potentially never happen.
In a way, I think this whole thing is also based on the fact that I could never have kids of my own. Even if that was a thought at all in the community at large—which currently, it seems not to be—I just don’t think I could.
There is something very deeply set in me that is afraid that I would be one of the worse mothers there could be. This, I know, stems from my own childhood and I’ve spent enough time with my doc to know this very well but it’s trauma and it has left its mark. No amount of trying to talk me into believing I could be a good mother would help at all, I know.
All in all, one very shitty event in my life is all it took for me to have these beliefs and, you know what, I’ve mostly made my peace with that. I know that there’s only so much that can be done about it. I’ve forgiven both my fathers as much as I could. I do spend time with them but never truly on my own. I can still see the regret in their eyes, even if they’ve learned to hide it a bit better. I don’t know what feels worse, knowing that they have these scars just like I do but for different reasons.
It doesn’t help me in letting go of the whole thing. It really doesn’t. It’s probably for the best that it doesn’t too. In a way, we’ve settled into our lives in such a way that things work out well for us, but they will never be fixed—telling your kid that you wish they’d never been born will do that—and I’m okay with the way things are.
I tend to go and visit just a few short times a year, but certain holidays are avoided altogether. Father’s Day, for one. I used to when I was younger. Before the whole thing, and even now, I feel as though neither one of them was comfortable around that holiday. I don’t think it’s what led to the issue, but you know. It’s okay—it’s not, but it is. On that day, I tend to mostly let Seb take the reins because I prefer to not think about much of anything if I can help it.
I live my life as best as I can and I know my limitations, that’s all there is to it.