I haven't talked to my mum for about four months now. We've just started reestablishing contact. She said some pretty nasty things while she was mad, and I was just not in a mindframe were I could let it pass. I have been extremely unforgiving to my family as of late.
All the negative feelings I have harbored over the years about the dysfunctionality on all sides of my family culminated in my wedding, on august 13, last year. It was, to put it shortly, hell. 'Nuff said.
My wifes side of the family, luckily only consisting of her mother and siblings, as she is estranged from her father, haven't exactly helped things along either. I had some issues with her mother, (Well duh, she's my mother-in-law) which have mostly been resolved though.
But her siblings... dear Gods. If you have been reading my recent updates, you should have an idea about the elder sister. And I was being VERY diplomatical.
At the beginning of our relationship, the courting stage if you will, I was a huge jackass. No more, no less. As I came to love Cecilie and Andreas, I slowly changed my ways. Cecilie's mother lives in close proximity to us, and thusly had a better vantage point than the infamous siblings, to watch my transformation. (Very egocentric way of writing, isn't it though.)
None the less, they have both been extremely unforthcoming. I myself am the biggest brother of three, and with that comes a responsibility, and a mindset. Although both my siblings are exceedingly competent, I nevertheless feel an obligation to watch over them, and guide them, if they would ever let me :)
Cecilie's big brother is a complete failure as regards to this. Her sister is fairly awful at it too. They both have very rigid world views, and suffer none but their own.
I have to admit, their animosity has had its effect on me. Although I would like to pretend I can just shrug it off, it has made me build a quite effective armour around myself and my family. No one is going to hurt my family, in any way, ever. That is to be taken quite literally. Thus, when my wife and I had a differing opinion from that of my mum, and she was rather foul about it, I didn't talk to her for four months.
My father... whoo, my dad. Yeah. Not to go into detail, but there was a bit of an incident when we last visited with my father and his wife. It was an accident, granted. But my father's behaviour afterwards was just so... tame. And seeing as he has been just that way since the first day of my turning into a teenager, and having a mind of my own, I just wouldn't accept his acquiescence. He could have, taking into consideration the situation at the time, have been a good father, or grandfather for that matter, and offered us a ride home, instead of promptly starting to talk about home economics with his wife. The bastard. No, I still am not over that particular episode.
TO BE CONTINUED ;)
All the negative feelings I have harbored over the years about the dysfunctionality on all sides of my family culminated in my wedding, on august 13, last year. It was, to put it shortly, hell. 'Nuff said.
My wifes side of the family, luckily only consisting of her mother and siblings, as she is estranged from her father, haven't exactly helped things along either. I had some issues with her mother, (Well duh, she's my mother-in-law) which have mostly been resolved though.
But her siblings... dear Gods. If you have been reading my recent updates, you should have an idea about the elder sister. And I was being VERY diplomatical.
At the beginning of our relationship, the courting stage if you will, I was a huge jackass. No more, no less. As I came to love Cecilie and Andreas, I slowly changed my ways. Cecilie's mother lives in close proximity to us, and thusly had a better vantage point than the infamous siblings, to watch my transformation. (Very egocentric way of writing, isn't it though.)
None the less, they have both been extremely unforthcoming. I myself am the biggest brother of three, and with that comes a responsibility, and a mindset. Although both my siblings are exceedingly competent, I nevertheless feel an obligation to watch over them, and guide them, if they would ever let me :)
Cecilie's big brother is a complete failure as regards to this. Her sister is fairly awful at it too. They both have very rigid world views, and suffer none but their own.
I have to admit, their animosity has had its effect on me. Although I would like to pretend I can just shrug it off, it has made me build a quite effective armour around myself and my family. No one is going to hurt my family, in any way, ever. That is to be taken quite literally. Thus, when my wife and I had a differing opinion from that of my mum, and she was rather foul about it, I didn't talk to her for four months.
My father... whoo, my dad. Yeah. Not to go into detail, but there was a bit of an incident when we last visited with my father and his wife. It was an accident, granted. But my father's behaviour afterwards was just so... tame. And seeing as he has been just that way since the first day of my turning into a teenager, and having a mind of my own, I just wouldn't accept his acquiescence. He could have, taking into consideration the situation at the time, have been a good father, or grandfather for that matter, and offered us a ride home, instead of promptly starting to talk about home economics with his wife. The bastard. No, I still am not over that particular episode.
TO BE CONTINUED ;)
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