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Hiya Ania. It's good to be able to have a blow out and vent your anger on a forum and it's obvious that you are exasperated by your family.Re: Give me strength!
I am trying to keep the peace, and so far managing, if with the odd struggle. Sigh of relief today as he has gone off on a mission to get a painting packed for shipping, after much faffing about.Re: Give me strength!
It's the hardest thing in the world to get someone to see things from your point of view if it puts them in the wrong. The only thing you can achieve if you try is to fall out. All I can see you can do is bite the bullet, make the most of the time you have together, and be there for them. Of course that doesn't mean you cant let them know how you feelRe: Give me strength!
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Families? Who'd 'av 'em? Here's a quick summary of mine (for those of a nervous nature look away now) (the following may contain flashing lights). My mother abandoned me aged four and my brother, a babe in arms to an alcoholic father and a mentally ill Granmother. Needless to say we were poor. I never saw my father who much preferred to spend all his time in the pub or fighting; he died young from drink related problems. My brother became an alcoholic at about thirteen and violent at about, well? The same age really. He was expelled from school and in his teens and twenties made a living as a bare knuckle fighter in Ireland. He also died young of Liver failure. I paid for his funeral he obviously had no money and his alcoholic girlfriend (He'd flunked two marriages and abandoned two children) claimed the death grant from the DSS and drank herself to death with the proceeds. Whilst all this was happening my Gran threw me out at seventeen to fend for myself and devoted all her time to feeding my brothers habit. I found somewhere to live, saved up, went to university and though I too married young we were together for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Sadly my wife was taken by cancer soon after. My Gran was taken into long term hospital care (stroke) and my brother spent all her pension money on alcohol and she was evicted whilst still in hospital. What did I do to this family? I walked away and never looked back save for the blood-is-thicker-than-water moment when I paid for the funeral. Sometimes I wish I could have said something? Something about my feelings at the time without it (always) descending into argument followed by violence. To this day I abhor all forms of violence and can't really get angry at anything. If there is any moral to this then for me it's to simply live your life the way you want to live it and not as others would live it for you.Re: Give me strength!
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