My family is gone, or maybe I never really had them anyway. What's the difference between no phone calls and calls that were about nothing - no personal questions about me, no "how are you?" - nothing. They're not talking to me now, but they never did.
So why am I upset?
I guess there's a difference between wanting them to go away and them actually doing so. There's a difference between rejecting them and being rejected by them. I never felt like a member of the family, and now by their silence and reproach, I'm not. I'm the outsider now, even though I know I always was.
