Random 104: Family Drama

I had time to reflect on issues pertaining in my family and felt it would be good share with all my readers. I touch more in depth on family drama in my memoir, which is no where near ready for the public to see yet. 

As I sat in front of my vanity to get inspiration a question popped into my mind, Why does every family fight? 

What had been going on in my family is worst than drama. It's more evil I would say. My cousin, aunt and uncle began a family war once again, but I saw it as an ending to a bitter story. They are always the ones who start everything and being older I've been giving a chance to see things in my own perspective. I made a public announcement regarding this situation when it happened a couple months prior.

Not one to usually post about this stuff but a bittersweet decision came my way yesterday. One taking many, many years to decide. I had to close the door on three family members, an aunt, uncle and cousin who caused mischief, grief and heartache.

I've watched my family be hurt time and time again due to envious nature. Myself included. A drama filled story from before I was born.

With me it started when my mother became pregnant unmarried, single and young. They were unhappy with the news. It wouldn't stop there and kept becoming bigger. As I grew I've seen first hand how cruel blood could be. In summary of recent years after my family as one gave money to help them in times of need  we are yet again always the bad ones. The ones to blame.

A couple years ago after years of not speaking they came back into our lives, my cousin went to physically attack me out of nowhere because I made her feel small, but later an apology was sent, I forgave. Also I was told by them that I need to find a real job which I have a real job, I'm a writer. I pay my taxes and any of you who don't consider what I do as real get a damn life. I was told to stop living in my false reality of life I created as a child by my aunt. The last straw was witnessing my mother and grandma cry a couple days ago.

The story can go on but this isn't a bash status. I'm simply showing even through hard decisions come the best thing you can do is walkaway and love the life you have without trying to fit people in who never had any desire to be part of.

I can finally say goodbye to the lies, betrayal, backstabbing and a fake smile I kept to make them happy. I'm so blessed to have my other family members who always had my best interest at heart. Supported my dreams. Cheering me on as I keep succeeding. I have an amazing man. A handful of great friends. And a confidence inside that they once tried to take away.  

​Love is stronger than hate. Faith is stronger than fear. I'm stronger from it all. May you all have a blessed day filled with love, joy and success.

I can say heartbreak does define this situation, but so does anger. I let go of all of the anger, and at times I am reminded by nagging tugs of pain at my heart, but I don't pay it any attention because I know I'm not one to blame. 

I have and will stick by my decision to not be in contact with them ever again. A couple years ago I made a commitment to myself to have a positive, honest and truthful life. Everyone included has respected my wishes and the ones who haven't are no longer in my sights.

They're are not family. My definition of family is love. People who don't judge you but help you grow. People you can trust and laugh with. One's who can argue but five seconds later are on a different topic. 

What do family members gain from fighting? Nothing at all. Never fight with your loved ones, but don't allow anyone to take your happy away. It does take time, but the final outcome will be in your favor.