Admittedly, I’m not very close with my family. I’m not in contact with my extended family and my relationship with my older brother is still strained from our mutual hatred of each other growing up (not to mention that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to really forgive him for the physical abuse I suffered at his hands for most of my childhood and adolescence).
But, I am pretty close with my parents. I know that the fact I can even say that is something to be thankful for. There are many people who aren’t close to their parents, or even who have to actively avoid their parents for one reason or another. Not everyone can say their parents are kind, or supportive, or even love them.
My parents love me and that’s a blessing. Continue reading