I love my family. I really do. Dysfunctional as things may be, I like these people. They tend to make the sides of my mouth turn up. I have done and would do anything for them. All that I have would be theirs if they needed it. But then there are that select few that I would see choking and probably not rush to give them the Heimlich, or I might forget how to perform CPR if they were having a heart attack, or I would likely add an extra kick if they were being jumped by a group of disgruntled drunks in a bar fight. Each one of these people knows who they are.
It’s funny, because I have friends that have treated me better than some family, and for that, I’m thankful. I think it’s time I STOP forgiving or being merciful, chuck deuces for good and establish the emotional brick wall.
Blood may be thicker than water, but water is way more refreshing. And if I don’t like the blood I got, there are always donors to match.
Yeah, I said it!