I think I vented a lot about my immediate “family” and it’s hard to think about since some are gone and some are still around, but almost none of them are engaged with me on any level. So, no one chooses to defend anyone or anything. Some can’t and some know that no one reads this site. (insert shrug icon here – yes I know I typed it out)
I have been closer to my step siblings for a while. My mom really demonized them and some blood family just took that and ran with it. I’m not saying that the perception wasn’t there and some of that wasn’t earned. But, people change and grow. AND, I will emphasize, they were trying to protect their own. Bob’s kids really wanted to make sure he was okay and something of his legacy remained, but that was all taken away. There are some super crazy stories that have new context after Sallie passed on. (insert icon here, too)
My family is chosen. My family is finally at a place where I feel like I have people that matter more than a long time. I have made my own stupid choices and still make them, but I can look around right now and say… these people matter. My hubby, my closer circle here in Vegas, and a few satellite people out in the universe that we help pay attention to each other. I even have a few co-workers that watch my back, and that’s fucking awesome.
My biological family was never that. There is a good game talked, but no.
I read over the previous two posts and wondered what the follow up to those might be, and this is what it came into. I don’t have any bad feelings, because there were never there. They popped up occasionally, but it never served me. It was for my mom or whatever, but I was always the outsider of that product. Yes, some of it is by my own drama. But, I’m past all that shit now. So, seeya.