Ties that Bind
Families are complicated organisms, full of living, breathing parts and each one is as powerful as the one next to it. My family has always been a source of joy and comfort and oftentimes frustration. Lately, it feels like one big pool of never ending drama and I am sometimes afeared of drowning in it.
To respect their privacy, I’ll leave out the details of my family members’ trials and travails. I will say that one is waging her own war and we wonder when a truce will be called. One is stuck in some sort vacuum of awful. And one is on a weird treadmill of the same stuff over and over.
Then there’s the added level of complexity that my family is a little different. I thought that our version of different was different even from the usual different, but it seems our different is just like everyone else’s different. I thought we had done away with the traditional by being such a non-traditional bunch. Turns out, the grandest tradition of family dysfunction and finger pointing can still rear its ugly head, even if you’ve been keeping your head buried in the ground.
I love my family. I love them even when we argue about football and politics and relationships and cake. I still cherish them every day. Even when they are making my damn eyes bleed from frustration.