I think my family think I'm just a big smart arse.
It doesn't matter what the subject is anymore. They put up their shields and swords the moment I talk about anything that goes against the grain. They don't listen to what I have to say, they get angry right from the start.
It hurts my feelings because I believe if I just kept my mouth shut they would be happy.
Every week I make a big meal for the family so we can all be together and that's all I'm good for.
Coming to the meal is like some sort of obligation. They don't want to feel bad about themselves.
Tonight I started to talk about some interesting stuff I'd been reading about global warming and my brother said, 'Here we go again'.
So I stopped talking. Nothing else was said about it, obviously everyone was in agreeance.
Every week I've been making them dinner, paying for it, coming up with interesting variations and then cleaning up after them for about three years now. I've been to my brother's house twice in that time, uninvited, and I don't go anymore cause I feel unwelcome.
I'm really close to calling it all off. I think I'd probably never see them ever again (except for my mum) and that would be a shame for my daughter.
Sometimes I just wish I was normal.
Now everyone feel sorry for me because I certainly do.
I'll probably be over it by tomorrow.
It doesn't matter what the subject is anymore. They put up their shields and swords the moment I talk about anything that goes against the grain. They don't listen to what I have to say, they get angry right from the start.
It hurts my feelings because I believe if I just kept my mouth shut they would be happy.
Every week I make a big meal for the family so we can all be together and that's all I'm good for.
Coming to the meal is like some sort of obligation. They don't want to feel bad about themselves.
Tonight I started to talk about some interesting stuff I'd been reading about global warming and my brother said, 'Here we go again'.
So I stopped talking. Nothing else was said about it, obviously everyone was in agreeance.
Every week I've been making them dinner, paying for it, coming up with interesting variations and then cleaning up after them for about three years now. I've been to my brother's house twice in that time, uninvited, and I don't go anymore cause I feel unwelcome.
I'm really close to calling it all off. I think I'd probably never see them ever again (except for my mum) and that would be a shame for my daughter.
Sometimes I just wish I was normal.
Now everyone feel sorry for me because I certainly do.
I'll probably be over it by tomorrow.
