Well, I'm finaly home. I managed to stay away for over 14 years. It's strange how the one place you hate is the one that draws you back, time and time again.
Being around mt family brings back memories i've tried to burry a long time ago. Now they pop up when I least want them to. Any good memories are killed off with the truth of the here and now.
I had a favorite aunt. One of my only good memories. Now she is the family drunk and I can't stand to be around her, knowing it was my family that drove her to this, this private HELL of hers. She was married to my dads brother. It seems like anyone who marries into this family, either runs off screamming into the night, or stays and visibly suffers in this nightmare. I have 6 uncles and three aunts. Every single one has been married at least 3 times. No one can put up with them for long if they stay near this family.
My sissters have stayed married to one man because they stay away from this place. My poor cousins, not so lucky. Every one of them are divorced, or getting divorced. I myself was married twice.
It's scarry, having a family with that kind of track record.
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cadrewolf
20:08 Feb 13 2009
Your time back seem familiar too me, reminds me of my journey home after many years.