No, I'm Not A Family Person, Don't Call Me Weird

No, I'm Not A Family Person, Don't Call Me Weird

Blood isn't always thicker than water.

Family is a very complicated thing. There is never a time where everyone gets along.

They are always asking questions you don't want to answer, and they're usually judging your life choices even though they are the ones who shouldn't be.

Even so, most people are pretty close with their families, especially those in smaller towns like I grew up in.

My mom calls my Nana at least two times a week. My aunt calls my Nana every morning. My stepmom talks to her mom for hours every day, and my dad calls his parents once a week.

And they all see each other almost as often.

I, on the other hand, just came home for the first time since August, and I'm perfectly content with that. I have never been that close with my family, and the older I've gotten the more I stay away. I have my reasons, just like everyone else.

But, I often find that people look at me weirdly when I tell them I am not a family person.

"How can you not be close to them?" they ask me.

"You can't choose your family," they say, "might as well make the most of it."

"Blood is thicker than water."

Yeah, I call bullshit.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family, I really do. I want to see all of them when I'm home. I appreciate all of them and everything they do for me. But we have our drama like all families do.

And that drama has made me realize that sometimes they aren't there for my best interest.

My boyfriend is very close to his family. He and his sister tell their mom almost everything, and they always do things together. They talk to the rest of the family fairly regularly, too.

It has taken me a little while to get used to how close his family is. I know not everyone has family issues, but it seems more common than not nowadays.

It has always blown my mind that some people actually get along with and genuinely like their family.

I prefer talking to my family a few times a month. More so just for their sake so they know I'm still alive.

Some I don't talk to until I come back home from the semester. This year I didn't even go home for Thanksgiving break – I went to my boyfriend's.

It's not that I don't want to see them. It's because I don't want to deal with the questions and drama that comes with them – the reminders of all the things that have happened over the past year.

Things have happened this year that never should have happened. And for that reason, I choose to stay away.

They mean well, but sometimes they are worse than high school girls. They can be petty and nasty.

I love seeing my family, but I have no issue with not seeing them for long periods of time. It's just how I keep my sanity and make sure I'm not surprised when more shit goes down.

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Dear Mom, I Hope You Know

I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

Dear Mom,

I hope you know that I appreciate you.

You are the hardest working woman I know, continuously putting your family before yourself. Thank you for doing all of the tedious jobs that no one wants to do like keeping the house in order, cooking the food, and doing the laundry. Thank you for constantly putting up with my siblings and I. Thank you for always supporting us in our interests and hobbies. Thank you for investing in our daily lives and listening to our minor problems. Thank you for always loving us unconditionally.

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I hope you know I'm sorry.

I know I can be a big pain in the butt sometimes, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you, arguing with you, not listening to you, and making dumb decisions at times, but thank you for loving me anyways. Thank you for helping me stand back up, teaching me right from wrong, and pushing me to be the very best version of me.

I hope you know your love inspires me.

You live your life with a love that is contagious. Whether its nurturing love, tough love, friendly love, or romantic love, you have it all and you show it daily. The love you and Dad share is something I hope to find one day and the love you have for your family is evident in the way you constantly put us first.

I hope you know that you are my biggest role model and hero.

Ever since I was a little girl, you have been the person I have looked to in my life. You are strong, independent, confident, loving, supportive, and nurturing-- everything I strive to be as a woman and as a future mother. You give the best advice, even when I don't always take it. Though, I should know better by now because mothers always know best. Without you in my life, I honestly don't know where I'd be.

I hope you know that you are my best friend.

Not only are you my biggest cheerleader supporting me in everything I do, you are the person I talk to about everything, whether it's good or bad. I'm honestly so thankful for the relationship we share because I've had countless screwups and you literally give the best advice. Seriously, thank you for being the person I can count on at all times, at any time of the day or even night to just talk with. I mean we really do have some of the best conversations, best laughs, best cries (when needed), and the most fun watching cheesy chick flicks together or going on crazy shopping adventures.

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I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

I don't mean to make you cry or anything -- even though you probably already are, but I want you to know that when the time comes, I'm going to be there for you just like all of these years you've been here for me. I will be there to support you, talk with you, laugh with you, cry with you, and love you for all of my life.

Honestly, I can't really imagine my life without you -- but it doesn't matter because I wouldn't be here without you, so here's to you.

Thank you for being you.

Love you lots!

Your daughter.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Poems On Friendship

It can kill you or revive you, but whatever the case, it will change your life.


A Poem Beginning with the Death of Caesar

Et tu, Brute?—Then fall Caesar.

[He dies.]

The stab wasn't what killed him,


Caesar truly died of a broken heart.


upon seeing his best friend involved in the conspiracy,

Caesar could no longer find the strength to live in this world.

I can't say I blame him.

A bond with a best friend,

a true best friend,

is deeper than family,

deeper than marriage.

They are your soulmate.

But that kind of relationship is a mutual thing.

It may be unspoken,


but it is mutual.

The pain of finding out a best friendship isn't mutual is unbearable.

The rejection is one thing,

but there's almost always an accompanying betrayal.

That's the real knife,

the real stab.

It twists in your heart and,

instead of blood,

makes tears flow.

And you stare at the one you loved so much,

wishing you could just disappear or die.

But you aren't Caesar,

they aren't Brutus,


though the pain is there,

the knife isn't.

So you live,

wondering when the pain will end.

Still Fourteen - Beginning with a Line by Shakespeare

To me fair friend you never can be old

because you will always be fourteen,

awkward but happy-go-lucky,

with jacked-up teeth and mousy brown hair.

You knew no pain then,

not really,

and you were refreshing to my already tortured mind.

You made my dark times easier,

holding a flashlight out for me to find you,

even though you never knew what you were really doing.

Things are a little different now.

You have experienced pain and heartbreak,

despite my very best efforts to help you otherwise,

but I was there with a flashlight for you,

returning the favor.

You now know the full extent of all you did for me,

which makes it harder for me to hide my pain from you,

but I know that's for the best.


time has flown by the last eight years,

and every time I see you,

I still see the awkward fourteen-year-old in my algebra class,

asking if I want to work with her.

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