Sunday, September 20, 2009
My sister was in town this weekend so the kids and I were down at my families house all weekend. I love being around family. I just hate how I feel so different around them. That all my choices are wrong or weird. I just want to be accepted so bad yet everything I do makes me more and more different from them. Why is it that the place were we should feel the most safe and secure is one of the hardest places to be around. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and they are wonderful people I wish sometimes we were heading in the same direction. It might be a little easier. Maybe if I was not the youngest they would be easier on me. Not sure, just sad tonight.