Why does being a family have to be so hard?
Within the past four years, I have learned that:
My father never wanted kids.
My youngest sister was/is my mother’s favorite. Actually this has been common knowledge for years but you know…
My middle sister was/is my father’s favorite.
My father had his marriage to my mother annulled so that his marriage to my step-mother would be recognized by the Catholic Church. As a Catholic myself, I’m a little unsure how I, as an apparent bastard child, fit into the Christian world…
My father adopted my step-sister without telling his biological children first.
My youngest sister set her profile on Facebook so that she doesn’t see my posts.
My middle sister lurks on Facebook, reading my posts and those of my youngest sister and comments on them to our parents while not ever posting on FB.
Both of them maintain FB friendships with my kids.
I don’t think I like my family very much, which is hard to say.
I made a couple of comments to N on FB regarding her posts and she turned around and accused me of stalking her.
My mom’s coming into town next month for N’s college graduation, and I don’t know what to do with all this.
Sometimes I wish I could just run away from my life.
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