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This is something I've been thinking about lately.

Submitted: December 20, 2011

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Submitted: December 20, 2011



Family. They’re supposed to understand you right? That’s not the case for my family. I’ve grown up with them and known them forever. I’ve watched teens grow into wine drinking driving adults. I’ve watched babies turn into flowering nine years old. I put up with them for one reason. Their family. I know were connected somehow. We came from brothers and mothers. But somehow I feel more comfortable and loved by my distant aunts and grandparents. My dad’s brother brothers both have families. John has six, Steve has two. I’m not to close with the eighteen year olds in my uncle john’s family. I’m close with my cousin Cara. She’s my age. Actually one year younger. My Uncle Steve has two girls. Eva and Marina. Eva is fourteen and Marina is eight. I’m close with them. My uncle Steve comes to visit more. After me telling you all this about my family you’ll think were close right?

I love my two cousins Eva and Cara dearly. I couldn’t live without them. I watch them turn and whirl through life and except them. When I was younger I was vulnerable. In a bad way. I didn’t have a voice of my own. Through the years I’ve found that voice. I see a therapist and that has helped a lot. I know myself and am the happier than I ever was before.  I’m finally happy with my image and personality. You’d think they’d be happy right. Think again. They keep complaining about me being to mature. I laugh. Me? Mature? No. I’m the weirdest person you get. That’s the person they don’t see. They stare and laugh at me. They make fun of my flaws. I love seeing them, but that seems change when they start talking about me AGAIN.

That’s when I think, “Really? Why?” Do they miss the old me? Can someone please explain? People say they aren’t used to seeing me stick up for myself. I will sit here. I’m fine here. I just don’t understand it. I try to think of why. I just can’t.

Family is supposed to help. Right?


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