A "happy" family

I’m bless to have my dad, mom and sister alive. I mean, there are some many people out there who don’t have their parents or siblings with them now. But through the years I’ve learned that my family (dad, mom, and sister) unfortunately are not the ones I can go for help, an advice, comfort, or even have a good time. My dad was never around when my parents were married, and even though he has been a very responsible dad, and has always provided everything we need, he is not always around when we need him to be.

My little sister….well, she has a mind of her own. She has always been in her own world, with her friends, and her own plans. So we can go weeks without talking or seeing each other and she doesn’t even notice it. There is a 5 year gap between the two of us, so I’ve been use to doing thing without sharing most of them with her. But as time passed by, I always thought that we would be the closest of sisters, and have each others back.

My mom on the other hand, she raised us in her own way. Could have been different, but she thought it was the best way. And for many years we have not gotten along. We think very differently, and act totally different too. For years she tried to manipulate my decisions, my friends, and activities. She wanted me to do things I never liked or enjoyed, and she was always worried about they way we presented ourselves in front of others. She never approved any of the guys I had a crush on, and was always trying to convince me to date the ones she liked. When I came back from college she tried my like I was 15 again, and it was not up for discussion.

I decided to move by myself, and our problems got worst. Everything to her is either black or white. She became more judgmental with everything I did, and do. And for everything I do “wrong”, according to her standards, she has a comment or lecture about it. And now a day I have barely a relationship with her because of all this. A few months ago after attending a party at my dad’s, my mom got furious, and after spending a few minutes with her on the phone and calling me all sort of things, I decided that that would be it. For the last few months a have avoided visiting or calling her. But still, when we end up talking, we get into some kind of argument which always ends up badly.

I really wish that things were different between all of us. I wish I had a better relationship with my sister. That we could hang out and for her to be my “accomplice” watching each others back and doing things sisters would normally do. I wish my dad was more involved in my life. And then I wish my mom would just accept without judging my decisions and my personal life.