Miss Me...

I miss my sisters.
When my family found out that I was gay, and I was put into change therapy, my sisters felt as if it was their fault that I turned out this way. It hurt me to watch as their guilt began to consume them and push them away from me.
Things have never really been the same. We used to never go a day without talking to one another, but I think the last time I talked to my any of my sisters was last Sunday. Shopping trips, random lunches, movie nights, and their need for me to be present in their life has become nonexistent.
Some of this is too be expected. After all, we all grow up and go our different ways right? Then why am I the only one that has to find a different way?
I wonder if they miss me.