Passive aggressive bullies.
Now, Be Nice.
Okay … Full of shit.
Nope. Try again.
My family is full of people trying to make it. Trying to make their life full. Trying to navigate what they need, what they want, what changes their minds, what keeps them going, what pushes against them, what others need, what others want, what pressures them.
One wants you to visit.
They miss you. They love you. You aren’t trying hard enough. Where did you get that idea? No. I can’t believe you thought I’d want that. I want. I want. I want. You just need to show up. Be present. Do whatever. But also run it all. You disappoint me. You should have. You needed to. You can’t keep me from doing this. It means so much to me. Since when? Since always. You never said. I shouldn’t have to. You are letting me be. You don’t expect me to do it. I already paid for something else. I want to do this. Well, I just thought you’d want to see your family. I thought you cared.
One doesn’t want to visit.
You don’t love us.
Yes, I do. My family is full of needs. My family is full of hurt. My family is full of love. My family is full of sadness. My family is full of shame. My family is full of desires for laughter. My family is full of missing out. My family is full of ideas. My family is full of procrastination. My family is full of disappointments. My family is full of borrowed feelings. My family if full of unclaimed feelings.
Ownership.
Effie Graves 