This...this is mostly about me, so I thought that you might be ready for me to mention a very big part of me. My writing is huge part of me. My friends, the real friends, the people that I can trust and depend upon, are another huge part of me but my family is one part of me that I am not to familiar with when it comes to sharing it with people, anyone or anything for that matter. I haven’t shared it with you much at all, only one tiny part about my mother. But even though my family is not really a family, and is probably the part of my life that lets me down the most, even more than I let myself down. It is a big part of me. I believe in family, I believe that family is what makes you but it can also be what breaks you. I also believe a family, should have a hint of respect, love, communication, friendship, acceptance...unfortunately, mine doesn’t have all of these. There has been just over 270 days this past year...unfortunately, not one day has passed that I have been here, and my mum and I haven’t yelled at each other, that I’ve seen my father for more than a couple of hours and that I have seen my brother at all.
My family has my mum (Shelley), my father (PJ) and my brother (Michael), that I have never met and I am not even sure that he know that I am his sister (half sister) let alone that I exist. It involves two houses, one that I don’t see very often, three or four cars I can’t remember, three pets, a whole lot of yelling and not much communication. Despite all this my mum and I don’t have that bad a relationship, when really it comes down to it.
Written on 21 September 2005 at 6:34 pm
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Quote of the moment:
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world