The family you come from isn't as important as the family you're going to have.
-Ring Lardner
I'm thinking about this and I think it's something I need to consider a little more. I will never have the perfect family I want with the family I come from. I mean, on my dads side, it is definately disfunctional but there is always love. No matter what, we are there for each other whether it be a big deal, or just someone to talk to. Things are way different on my moms side. Family isn't that big of a deal to them unless it's a big deal. Like when I had complications after having my daughter, my mom was there for me, I can't really say that about anyone else on her side but at least she was. But if it's not life and death, it's not really necessary to be there for each other. It's kind of like youre bothering them if something is bothering you that doesn't seem important enough for them. I dunno, maybe it's because I wasn't exactly the model child/teenager. But I still feel like I should be a part of the family. A part that matters as much as the rest of them. I mean, the past is the past and things are different now. I'm not that same person. When I try to talk about it, I'm wrong. Everytime. Even when it is clear that I'm being treated poorly. I'm not sure how to handle the situation anymore so I feel like I should give up. Finding that quote thinks maybe thats the right thing to do. I wish I could have the relationship with my mom that certain people in her husbands family have but I'm not sure it's ever gonna happen. I'm not sure what kind of relationship she wants. And we can't talk about it, so I guess its up in the air. I'm thinking seriously about my husband going active. Army wives are like family and maybe we can create our own family somewhere else. Sounds like a good solution to me.
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Hey - I've been thinking all day about part of my family of origin and how hurt I am by them. But then I came to the conclusion that the family that I have - now - all around me - is the one that counts. It's the one I live with every day, the one I can do stuff for and the one that cares about me. Thanks for being a huge part of that family, sweetie.
I love you.
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