I don't like talking about my personal life much. Half of it is I'm lazy, and the other half is I don't like telling people how I really feel. Wonderful combination, I know.
I have a terrible relationship with my parents. It's funny because I'm on good terms with my father, but we never talk. I'm not on good terms with my mother, and we talk a lot. I don't love them. I do care a lot about them. They are my parents, I do have an attachment to them. They did raise me for most of my life, though never together.
But really, if you looked at how it started, it was never going to work out. That's just the deal I got. And I'm not okay with it exactly, but I've accepted that it's just the way it is.
Sometimes shit doesn't work even if you think it should.
Yeah, I don't know.
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Gristle
10:21 Sep 17 2015
I think it's emotionally helpful to accept things you can't really change. I currently have a bad relationship with my only sister - she has extremely strong (and medically offensive) views, which I cannot agree with her on. It's all she talks about. She thinks she can 'cure' me.
We rarely talk. She won't answer her phone, doesn't answer messages I send her, and when she DOES, I am usually snappy, abrupt and irritated with her, because she tries to promote her lifestyle to me.
She's been like this for about 3 years now. I've only recently accepted that we'll never have a normal relationship as it is. That upsets me, a lot. I adore her. It's impacting on my relationship with my only niece and nephew. It sucks. It hurts.
Buuuut, it is better for me to acknowledge that we may never be functional again. I kept trying to force normality, and we ended up lashing out - a lot. Every time we spoke, it was a fight.
We both took a step back and now only really exist to each other as fringe-dwellers.
I hope for your want of normality, you can fix your relationship. If not, that is okay, too. Hurts, but it's okay.
LilyOfTheLabyrinth
19:12 Sep 17 2015
I'm sorry to hear that about your sister. My father had 5 children with 4 different women after I was born, so there's no normalcy there. I may not love my parents, but I do love my siblings. I have a pretty good relationship with most of them except the oldest, but that's because our mothers hated each other and we didn't see one another for 8 years.
It's... yeah. It's my life, and I've learned to just go with it.