My Name Is NOT Linda
but I’ll pretend it is so that you can understand who’s writing. Just imagine: you’re googling for some information and you end up visiting a blog that describes the story of your family. I jumped on my chair, I swear. Of course, the names were changed but after I had read a few lines I was able to understand who “Indigo Eyebrow” was.
I’ve known Indigo for some time. He used to tutor my daughter. I know he was extremely fond of her and she, well, she simply adored him. And when things started falling apart he was there, there for her, there for me. So I just couldn’t believe my eyes when I first read the blog. I couldn’t believe such a kind, caring person would write something so personal on a blog everybody can read. Besides, he had never mentioned the blog even if we are still in contact ( though I have to admit I don’t call him as much as I used to).
I picked up the phone and called him right away, without even considering he may be asleep because he lives in a different time zone now. He seemed pleased to hear my voice ( I suppose I didn’t wake him up).
I told him I thought he was a terrible human being and that he had no respect for people. He was initially taken aback because he hadn’t considered the possibility of me or “David” finding his blog. Then he told me the reasons he had started writing this blog. I fell silent. Even though I was still unpersuaded I was listening intently. When he had finished explaining I told me I would think about the whole blog thing and that I didn’t want him to write a single word until David and I had properly discussed the thing and decided to authorise him.
David and I have decided that, as sad as it can be, we want our daughter’s story to be written and known. I’ve told Indigo I’d like to write some of its parts myself and he agreed. I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing at all, but parents often make mistakes. I guess trying to do one’s best is what counts at the end of the day.
