Family matters. NOT.

Sometimes, I question the relationship I have with some of my siblings. We usually eat a nice dinner together once in a blue moon. Today was one of those dinner nights we had and it totally reaffirmed the lack of communication I have with them.

I almost forgot about how I’m always left out in most of the conversations they have. It’s not like I’m waiting for someone to ask me something (which they never!), rather I tend to interrupt them by blatantly spilling out my opinions on something they were talking about, but they completely ignore it.

Uh.

What bullshit is that?! Maybe it’s because I’m the youngest. I don’t know, but I would not have an ounce of guilt inside of me if I were to lose contact with them forever, since the contact was barely even there in the first place.