Why does coming home have to be so hard?
Journal Entry Four
Dear Daniel,
What a fight. I never knew how angry you were at me. I am trying to tell myself it is not
really me that you are mad at. You must have so much anger and frustration built up.
But, it sure feels like you don’t like me very much. I kind of knew that the homecoming
party wasn’t such a good idea, but I didn’t know you resented me for it. I suppose it was
naïve of me to expect that you would be the same person when you came home. They tried to
prepare us for your homecoming; but I thought we’d be different and things would go right
back to how they were before you left.
Now, I’m sorry I threw that homecoming party for you. I thought you would love it. I
thought you would enjoy seeing all your friends again. Now I understand that you were
going through so much. Perhaps I should have taken things a bit more slowly? I just didn’t
know it would take such a long time to adjust. Now I am beginning to wonder if we will ever
be able to truly celebrate your homecoming. I am even too discouraged to write in this
journal. Why am I writing in a journal when I should be talking with you? Why does coming
home have to be so hard?