According to Webster’s Dictionary, there are many definitions as to what the word family actually means. Below is the definition of what I believe describes my “family” unit.
“A group of persons of common ancestry : a people or group of peoples regarded as deriving from a common stock”
Today was my family’s annual family reunion in Troy. We spent the weekend in Manhattan with David and Nickie because Nickie and I photographed another wedding. We left there without hardly getting to spend any time with them at all so that we could drive the 2 ½ hours to Troy. We get there and I already felt the tension. I was waiting for one of my family members to say something to me to make me hot.
Instead of being proud that I was doing something with my photography, one of my uncles jumped my ass for not having insurance. He doesn’t realize that is what the contract is for. Then later I was taking pictures of everyone and one of my aunt’s says, “I don’t want these on the internet!” Come on! I may have grown up in the “technology era,” and have a little more experience with computers and stuff like that, but seriously, I wonder if she thinks I am going to broadcast her photos online. Like she means that much to me…
So we left.
I feel cheated. I feel cheated out of time with David, Nickie and the girls to be shit on by my family once again. It never fails. At every family function someone has some smart ass comment to make about me and what I do/ am doing/ want to do… I really hurt. It hurts that they never say they’re proud of me, or that they’re happy for me. They don’t say these mean comments to each other or my cousins. It is just my brother and me. It is breaking down my spirit. And I hurt.
[EDIT] Not every member of my family is like this, just most of them. [/EDIT]
I don’t know if I will even go to any more of my family functions. I don’t need to be around people that make me feel this way. I need to learn that I am better than what they make me feel like and that there are people who love me.
It is so sad, yet refreshing at the same time, that Paul’s family had to take me in because I have no family of my own that honestly gives a damn about me or understands who I am. Just because I am not some cookie cutter, skinny, snobby brat, I get snubbed. Well, I’m done with it. Now don’t get me wrong, my mother and grandmother and a few of my other relatives love me to death, but I can’t stand to be around the others.
And I am so thankful that I have Paul’s family who love me. There is nothing that they wouldn’t do for me. And there isn’t anything that my mom wouldn’t do for Paul. So I can lift a big middle finger to my extended family, because the only people who I need in my life are the ones that want me in theirs.
Other than the drama of family issues, I have been having a hard time lately. I stopped my meds all together because I couldn’t afford to pick them up. I have them now, but you can totally tell the difference. I am a wreck. I hate my job, I hate the people that I work with, I hate my house (well, living 3 floors up with no washer/ dryer hookups), I hate that people don’t believe in my photography.
I am having a lot of issues trusting my friends too. I just don’t know anymore.
I want to pick up and leave. Just me and Paul and really start our life together. Maybe in Colorado or Tennessee or somewhere like Chicago or a quiet town like Cassville. I don’t know…
…I just need to get away.




