To say that many of my familial relationships are difficult would be putting it mildly. Whether it's due to geographical distance, neglect, or long standing family grudges that I don't have the patience for, most of them, in fact, are nonexistent. I hate drama, am a bit anti-social, and tend to avoid people once they've hurt me. I may always love them, and will help them when they need me, but that doesn't mean I have to let them walk all over me. And over the years, I've learned that you can't force people care about you as much as you care about them - sometimes you just have to stop trying before you get your heart broken.
The reason for this personal confession is because I keep thinking of part of a comment I left at Squeaky's blog:
"...love the family you have and make family out of the friends you love."The people who are in my life now bring me joy, and I think it's because we consciously chose each other. All of us seem to have a similar feeling of: "Life is so short" and treat each other with care and consideration. I have created my own happiness...nothing forced, nothing obligatory - and all of it true.
...and since we are each other's biggest fans, I finally told my mom about my blog.
It's kind of cool when your own personal hero is proud of you.