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My mother reads this journal. I care about that, and sometimes I'll admit that I sensor myself accordingly. I'd normally either not talk about this, not be quite as fervent about it, or glaze over it. If I really felt the need to talk about it, I'd probably say "Mom, you should stop reading now."
Mom, you should probably stop reading now, but I can't stop you.
Too often my friends need to complain about the family that hurt them. Hurts them. Not just in the past, but presently, even though my friends have all grown up, moved away, got married, have lives of their own. Still, somehow, something their mother says, their father does, it hurts them badly. Many dread seeing the people they call their "loved ones" because they know that one is going to nag them about their weight while the other snidely insinuates that they could have picked a better mate.
Fuck 'em.
I don't understand the attachment. If you can't stand the people in your life, regardless of blood ties, or them bringing you up, drop them like you would a match that's burned down to your fingers. Drop them, and grind their memories into the dirt.
I'm not talking about dropping your family just because it took them 4 extra months to get you a birthday present, which they gave to you on the same day they gave your wife her early birthday present. I'm talking about the kind of family that makes you constantly feel 2 inches tall; the kind of family member who seems to get joy out of causing you misery.
Drop them. Stop complaining about them. Stop wishing they would tell you just once "I love you." Stop having anything to do with them. Just walk away.
They're not family if they don't care about you. They're not even friends. If they don't bring any kind of joy into your life, and the thought of being around them makes your flesh crawl, why do you care what happens when you decide to make your life better by cutting them out of it?
They're not worth your mental anguish or time. Walk away. I would, if that's how it was for me. I have, in some ways. Not with my parents. No. They do upset me from time to time, but in little silly ways that I can get bitter over, that don't really matter. Siblings, however, are a different story.
So I've just walked away. I'm done. I don't care, even if I should. Family only matters so far.
This is my entry for Topic 2 of LJ Idol, a writing contest which I have recently joined that plumbs the depths of your soul and spits you out a better writer, if you're lucky.
Mom, you should probably stop reading now, but I can't stop you.
Too often my friends need to complain about the family that hurt them. Hurts them. Not just in the past, but presently, even though my friends have all grown up, moved away, got married, have lives of their own. Still, somehow, something their mother says, their father does, it hurts them badly. Many dread seeing the people they call their "loved ones" because they know that one is going to nag them about their weight while the other snidely insinuates that they could have picked a better mate.
Fuck 'em.
I don't understand the attachment. If you can't stand the people in your life, regardless of blood ties, or them bringing you up, drop them like you would a match that's burned down to your fingers. Drop them, and grind their memories into the dirt.
I'm not talking about dropping your family just because it took them 4 extra months to get you a birthday present, which they gave to you on the same day they gave your wife her early birthday present. I'm talking about the kind of family that makes you constantly feel 2 inches tall; the kind of family member who seems to get joy out of causing you misery.
Drop them. Stop complaining about them. Stop wishing they would tell you just once "I love you." Stop having anything to do with them. Just walk away.
They're not family if they don't care about you. They're not even friends. If they don't bring any kind of joy into your life, and the thought of being around them makes your flesh crawl, why do you care what happens when you decide to make your life better by cutting them out of it?
They're not worth your mental anguish or time. Walk away. I would, if that's how it was for me. I have, in some ways. Not with my parents. No. They do upset me from time to time, but in little silly ways that I can get bitter over, that don't really matter. Siblings, however, are a different story.
So I've just walked away. I'm done. I don't care, even if I should. Family only matters so far.
This is my entry for Topic 2 of LJ Idol, a writing contest which I have recently joined that plumbs the depths of your soul and spits you out a better writer, if you're lucky.
