Drifting Apart
I really think that if our family doesn’t seek help or that if we fail to acknowledge that there’s something wrong with our family, all of us will fall apart. That we might be lucky to even have a thing called “family” to begin with.
These are my thoughts on what’s currently happening in my house. I don’t know if my parents are aware of these or if they are just turning a deaf ear on things.
Sometimes, I blame them for the way they brought us up. They were too complacent. They trusted us too much without thinking of the consequences of it all. What I hated was how they let us grow up without showing us that we should also fear our own parents. I’ve seen a couple of Indian movies and their parent’s words are sacred and cannot be broken. I wish my parents would have given us the slightest inclination that they are to be feared.
Why am I saying this? Sooner or later, I realize that my family will fall into pieces. Right now, they couldn’t control my sister. And with my brother gone due to his profession, I doubt when this family will be complete again.
Last week, our neighbor’s children were all home for the holidays and I could hear them having a good time. Their children have already finished school and each of them have their own jobs. But I really envied them when I heard them laughing and being able to gather and talk about anything. I miss that. I never had that.
A lot of my college friends thinks that I have the perfect family. But with the way things are going, I really doubt if my family can be considered as a perfect / healthy one.
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