Why is family life so flipping complicated…. when I say family, I mean my original family, the one I was born into, the one you are supposed to love unconditionally as they love you.
I’m not saying I don’t love them by the way, if I didn’t love them, then I would never feel as hurt as I do most of the time by them.
Easter is approaching, and my family wont be together, why? My sister is on holiday, and because I have not mentioned anything till now, my parents have decided they are going out for a meal as they are always left alone. So that means my sister buggers off on holiday, so obviously I wont want to be included with my parents??
Whenever I think of family, the word that springs to mind is Frustration! I could scream at the top of my lungs and I still don’t think the frustration would be released.
If I didn’t love them, this wouldn’t bother me, just like it wouldn’t bother me that my sister and I have nothing more than a ‘friendly text now and then’ relationship, my big sister, who should be the one that looks after me, the one that sets the example, doesn’t actually want to know me, that the killer. Yet, when I try and get that message across to my parents, it gets lost in translation….. and frustration.