Of family (and how boring they can be)
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Another Live Journal conversation in progress.
My family is mostly gone, my sister is still alive (as far as I know).
By the time I was in my mid-teens I felt apart from my family. My father I simply hated. I've never repented that. My mother and I were bound by unconditional love. I never expected her to understand me. I think as she grew older she knew she never would. But she was sane enough to be happy as long as I was fed, healthy and had no complaints.
My sister share only blood, genes as they are now known. I don't know that I'll ever see her again. No desire to on my part.
If wishing would bring either of my parents back I'd close my eyes tight and click my magic slippers. But I don't regret not having to visit them. (Actually I stopped doing that when they were alive but had the advantage of being on the other side of the continent.)
