Anonymous wrote:I don’t like my family, either.
My brother sodomized me when I was 11. My parents knew and did nothing.
My parents continually told me how stupid I was, would never amount to much, and quit talking and dreaming about going to college because I was worthless.
I left home at 18. I have spoken to my mother 3 times since 1992.
In my early 30’s I worked myself through college and then graduate school.
Families are often much crueler than strangers.
Anonymous wrote:Do you enjoy spending time with anyone? Or do you prefer to be alone?
Anonymous wrote:What do you dread about them?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Meh, I understand.
I love my family, doesn't mean I want to spend time with them.
We share very few common interest, live completely different lives, and to be honest wouldn't care if I didn't attend family functions.
No drama, no friction, no issues, we just really don't feel the need to validate each others existence with group hugs and Face Book photos.
You sound incredibly self-absorbed.
Anonymous wrote:Meh, I understand.
I love my family, doesn't mean I want to spend time with them.
We share very few common interest, live completely different lives, and to be honest wouldn't care if I didn't attend family functions.
No drama, no friction, no issues, we just really don't feel the need to validate each others existence with group hugs and Face Book photos.
Anonymous wrote:And the sad part is, there’s nothing inherently wrong with them. No racism, family drama, rudeness, etc. I just don’t enjoy spending time with them. My entire extended family, like my parents, dad’s’ siblings (my aunts and uncles), dad’s siblings kids (my cousins) love to get together, do things like Nats games, barbecues, etc. and I dread these gatherings. Have since I was a teenager. They are all very close and are all like “omg aren’t we so LUCKY to be such a close, happy family?!” and I’ve just never felt part of it.