So remember that time I eloped and 80% of my family hated me for it?
Yeah well…they still hate me. I’ve heard from my Dad ONCE since I got married 2 months ago. And that was on my birthday. My Dad usually calls me a few times a week just to say hello. My younger sister does too. As does one of my other sisters.
But now no one gives half a darn about me. The realization hurts. How is it that my parents-in-law and mother can send me birthday gifts and my Dad just calls to say “Happy birthday? Okay gotta go…bye.”
Wow.
It used to be gifts and cards and trips. Now it’s half-ass phone calls.
When I think about it, it makes me cry.
I used to be that daughter and sister that made everyone proud. Everyone bragged about it and the things I was doing. My sisters were proud of me. They looked up to me. But my elopement changed it all.
It also confuses me because I still fail to see how my marriage could possibly drive my family away from me. It’s the weirdest thing.
The other day Esposo said he’d love to have some nieces and nephews. I told him I would too. He only has one sister. She is a lesbian and has expressed that she will never marry or have kids. And then there’s my 3 sisters. Something tells me that if they ain’t talking to me now, the likeliness of us being BFFs when they become mothers is slim to none. So the only nieces and nephews I will have will come from my friends.
Time heals all wounds. Perhaps in a few months or years things will change. Maybe. Maybe not. Still. It hurts now.
