For a long time I fought against the idea that family is something you make instead of something you’re born into. It seemed like a cop-out, a coward’s way out of some kind of noble duty (at least in my case, since I had a pretty decent childhood). The older I get the more I appreciate how truly hard it is to turn away from that pseudo-biological imperative and towards something that isn’t toxic.
It certainly doesn’t hurt that I started a family of my own now, complete with surname changes to mark the departure. And it definitely helps that those genetic tin cans rattling behind me have barely been in my life save to ask for money.
I appreciate your punchy prose and clever one-liners!