Learning that your family isn’t all that can really be a big blow. Most of my life I believed that my family was close, tight knit. Then Mom passed away and true colors shined. First, the things Mom had told me were not the way things are; second, I was treated like a doormat, being stepped on repeatedly; third, my world has been turned completely upside down.
Now, before judgments are passed, my family on the other side of the family always seemed close as well. But when Grandma passed, everything to do with me has been “lost” and my dad put in his will I was not to receive anything from his assets.
So, all of this has me wondering why I bother to claim I have a family. Right now, as I type this my thought is that my only family is the one I have created. My husband, my kids, my grandkids and my pets plus my few true friends, new and old.….my family.
I am a loyal, loving, caring and giving person to a fault. No one in what I thought was family knows the real me.