That Thing Called Family
I grew up in a family where there was none of that closeness that people speak of. We were a military family and supposed to be mired in strength and survival. From moving all over the world to having a male parental unit that stayed gone for work.
Years of staying in the house on base in Japan. To unable to do much when I was graduating in Germany because of living so far away from the base and school. The adventures have always been there.
Parental units have changed in my dynamic. From parents to beings that took care of me growing up. Now they are something different. Morphed into a facade of christianity that I find annoying when nice and repugnant at full strength. I may not be a super pious person but my choices are my own and I have chosen not to lead anyone astray from the path that they have chosen. The female parental units gossiping and nasty attitude when she doesn't get her way or is acknowledged as right is far from being godly. The male parental unit is no better. With his infidelity and need to try and emphasize a need to go to church and all disgusts me. Have they turned me against being a christian? No, they haven't but they definitely have made it a cesspool by their example.
After all these years and talking to Auntie I really have wondered if the church they have been attending in bama is a cult or not now. The no pants for females and females are subserveant to their men are old society values. But the need to attack people with their beliefs is really disturbing. When they have done it to the few people of mine that they met made me make sure not to let them meet anyone as much as possible. They have ambushed those I know including my wife when she was alive and it infuriated me.
When people talk about you mirror the way your family was growing up I inform them that they are wrong. I am the proof positive of the opposite factor. I didn't and won't live like them if I get married again and definitely didn't when I was married.
Does family have importance to me? Hell yes! My Family does. Meaning my wife and my children if I had them. Do I care about the family I am related to? Yes, just nowhere as deeply as I do for mine.
I just feel the anger from all the facades and lies that family has chosen to provide.
Years of staying in the house on base in Japan. To unable to do much when I was graduating in Germany because of living so far away from the base and school. The adventures have always been there.
Parental units have changed in my dynamic. From parents to beings that took care of me growing up. Now they are something different. Morphed into a facade of christianity that I find annoying when nice and repugnant at full strength. I may not be a super pious person but my choices are my own and I have chosen not to lead anyone astray from the path that they have chosen. The female parental units gossiping and nasty attitude when she doesn't get her way or is acknowledged as right is far from being godly. The male parental unit is no better. With his infidelity and need to try and emphasize a need to go to church and all disgusts me. Have they turned me against being a christian? No, they haven't but they definitely have made it a cesspool by their example.
After all these years and talking to Auntie I really have wondered if the church they have been attending in bama is a cult or not now. The no pants for females and females are subserveant to their men are old society values. But the need to attack people with their beliefs is really disturbing. When they have done it to the few people of mine that they met made me make sure not to let them meet anyone as much as possible. They have ambushed those I know including my wife when she was alive and it infuriated me.
When people talk about you mirror the way your family was growing up I inform them that they are wrong. I am the proof positive of the opposite factor. I didn't and won't live like them if I get married again and definitely didn't when I was married.
Does family have importance to me? Hell yes! My Family does. Meaning my wife and my children if I had them. Do I care about the family I am related to? Yes, just nowhere as deeply as I do for mine.
I just feel the anger from all the facades and lies that family has chosen to provide.
posted by Lord Havoc at 6:15 PM
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