My family hates me. And by family, I mean my cousins. That’s really all that’s left, my cousins – my mother’s brothers’ children. (I have no siblings except for: 1, the one I was hidden from; 2, the half-sister from another mother and her now-deceased brother. This is a really long story I’m not inclined to share right now but will one day, I’m sure.)
At any rate, my family hates me because they love me and I won’t make myself available to them to love me and therefore they hate me. But if you ask them, they’ll tell you that they only hate me because they love me and I should make myself more available to them so that they can love me. But since I don’t, then they have no choice but to hate me … out of love.
Originally posted on March 5, 2020 @ 7:00 am