family

Family stuff is hard.

I find myself hoping that somehow, people have changed since I've last seen them,

or at least that the old roles that we all fall into automatically will have, somehow,  disappeared.

But, the truth is, I'm always disappointed.

And the excitement that I allowed myself to feel is dashed with the first comment or dismissal.

(because that's how I usually feel with my family - dismissed, unimportant, insignificant. small)

I'm glad we went.

But I will always remember how it went.

And never do it the same way again.