I’ve been thinking:
- Is “family” worth the effort?
- Why do we accept and take more shit from relitiave than friends?
- Why is it that if a “friend” insulted and attcked us we’d cut them from our lives, but when it’s a family member we feel the need to keep trying with them?
- Why do parents accept the trouble, issues and decisions of other peoples children more than they’ll accept those of their own children?
I’m thinking… I’m going to contue trying adn being nice, etc. until wednesday. but after that… **** them, that”s it, I can’t be arsed with it anymore. Wwhat do I need a family for anyway?