Family dinners are a flippin'minefield.
My family is so cruel about little things. They joke, they tease, they poke fun at. I know that some people show affection with jabs like these, but they don't feel affectionate. I'm certain that I'm not the only one who hates it, but so many of them participate in it.
One of my brothers had a girl over for dinner today, and mom made sure she left with a bunch of leftover mother's day cake. She also made a joke at my brothers expense in front of this girl. Lots to unpack.
Little glimpses into why I'm ashamed of so much, why I'm ashamed of wanting too much. It's no wonder I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about my childhood crushes.
My sister was ridiculed for being "the favorite" when we were younger, and now she has a bit of a complex about it. She's told us all about this, but the comments are still made.
I just want to be happy, I want us to ACTUALLY be a close family, but I don't know how to get there. I feel like anything I try will just make things worse.
