I found a Mother's Day one which was the last one which I sent.
The front said: From the Stork who brought Me here
The inside said: Sorry, No Refunds.
Without any obscenities it politely said for me where to stick it.
ROFL! :lmao: I love that! I might have to make my own card with that message on it to send next year, or maybe I'll skip it! I think they already know I'm done with them.
I would like to know what makes you think you can't voice how you feel and why it would only reflect poorly on you? If anyone reacted like that knowing all the facts I would think they would be the type of people whose opinion didn't matter in your life anyway.
All my life my dad has been telling people an appropriate sob story about what a difficult child I have been to raise, how I've broken his heart... blah, blah, blah.. and I often tried to deny it, but the only way to really tell them that he's wrong about me is to tell them more info than I'm willing to share. That's how I feel about people who ask me about my family. If I'm honest, I don't speak to them... or I don't want to see them... I get a lot of responses like "Oh, honey life's too short to let an argument... blah blah blah!, or "It's not healthy to hold grudges." You know? So I feel like, well if you knew what they did to me you might not be saying that... and then I think do I really want to tell them all that? Is it really any of their business? And, what are they going to choose to do with that info once its out of my control?
I think that even if they do sympathize with me and understand why I don't speak to my dad... they'll still not want to associate with me after that... AND, they'll likely gossip it all around town as was done to me when I was a kid... and as I've witnessed adults doing to each other in front of me now. So, I guess, I'm frustrated because it's so easy for my dad to say I'm a bad daughter for not speaking to him anymore and he gets away with saying he's not sure why... while I'm stuck with having to tell them why or not defend myself at all.
But, you're right... these aren't the kinds of people that I value. I just don't know how to find a friend or two who can go out for breakfast with me occasionally, have a pleasant conversation and also a deep one when necessary... and won't go betraying my secrets to others. I think it's too late to find one of those.
I'm really feeling a lot better about my decision not to associate with my family anymore. And, the older I get in my diary, the more I'm going to feel like there's no going back. I know that. But, when I'm writing about the early days when they loved me, before their perceptions were flipped upside down, then I think... all I have to do is remind them of that time and then FLIP THEM RIGHT SIDE UP AGAIN! :D So I cogitate on that for a while, until I remember more recent events and realize that I never want to see them again. They're crazy people.:insane: