Family

 

I am so proud of all my children and grandchildren. They work hard, help others and do not go out of their way to create chaos.

Which is more than I can say for the rest of my family.

Trump supporters, flat earthers, QAnons, druggies, masochists, enablers, liars, you name it and we seem to excel in producing them back home. 

I tried to pretend it wasn't true for years, but the longer we all live, the more apparent it becomes. 

People don't change. They do the same things over and over and over. And if expecting different results from that behavior means they are crazy? Well, they are some of the craziest people I've ever known.

I left home at seventeen and I think that was the saving grace for me. I used to go home to visit, but I slowly realized how unhappy it made me in the long run.

The pot is bubbling and boiling again. People all over the country are stirred up because people in the family are repeating the same old things they always have, but I think this time I might be done.

I think it might be time to sever all ties with the people trying to suck me into that crazy delirium they call family. It's just another one of their ways of creating the excitement they love in spite of its horrible, damning, destructiveness, just another way for them to get attention.

The only things they give me are headaches, bad dreams and the jittery feelings that come from feeling helpless in their presence.