You might remember a while ago I posted about what family actually means to me, if not, you can go and catch it here. Anyway, yet again I’ve been reminded exactly why I don’t count those related to me as family.
A few days ago, I was told my Granddad has cancer. Not even a year since I lost my Nan and it’s all happening again. Yes, I know I need to think positive, but quite frankly I don’t know how to at this moment in time. Instead I’m just trying to ignore it.
The thing that gets me, is that not one of my so called family have checked to see if I’m okay. I don’t have any of my family near where I live, and it definitely seems like it’s out of sight out of mind to them. Maybe I’m being selfish. Maybe I’m clouded with anger and upset that I’m not seeing things clearly. But I don’t count them as family. Not after the way they treated my Nanny. Certainly not after the way they’re dealing with this.
I’m sorry for the really downbeat post after not really posting much this week, but I’m really unhappy with the way I’m being treated, or not treated, that I just needed to get it off my chest.