Being Left Behind

Once again, I have been left behind.

This is just like after Byzantium with Athena and them and like after Oslo (when I went through that "ice queen" phase).

I'm not saying I would have gone with her if she'd asked -- all the way to Seattle then all the way to Tartarus in a car? Sheer insanity -- but it would have been nice if Athena'd asked me. I mean, I would have said no. But still.

It's like, the others, they'll never really accept me as one of their own. One of the family. I'm pretty, I'm lovely, I'm funny, I'm charming and I'm a fabulous lover. I'm also a great friend. But it's like they think that after all this time, being related means more than everything we've gone through. After all this time!

I don't know. Maybe I'm jealous. I mean, I AM unique, right? I can look at it like that. I'm different. That makes me special. I'm not Zeus or Hera or any of the others' child. Or sister.

They really don't treat each other like sibs or relatives, but I think deep down it still matters to them. I know I still love each of my children like the day they were born, even though I hardly see them.

I just wish I had an uncle step-mother or niece or half-sib or something. Sometimes being part of the group just because of our long history together doesn't seem to be enough.

*sigh*

I went to the Delphi today and Dio filled me in on Thena and Hera's discovery. Showed me the blog, too -- creepy picture.

Oh, well. If they think I'm just gonna jump at the chance to help them all out with this, boy are they unaware!