You know, I've never really had a "normal" life from the beginning. I don't know what normal means, nor peaceful. There was no perfect marriage, nor a house with a white picket fence in my childhood.
Everyone in my family is either depressed, schizophrenics, bipolar, have cancer, married 10+ times, or serious alcoholics. Oh, and poor as hell. And when I say poor, picture living in a building where 3-4 families share one bathroom.
But with that, they are also some of the most intelligent people I have ever met, also big hearted, great cooks, very funny and very loyal. They are my family and eventhough I take a lot of negative energy from them when I talk to them or see them sometimes, they are my family. And whatever choices they make in life and how they live, it's THEIR choice. Not mine. And I accept them, because they are my family. That's all I got left.
Every negative has its positive, it's really up to you which one you want to focus on. And really, if you look inside yourself, you will realize that maybe the cause of frustration is not THEM, but your inability of accepting them for whom they are. And I only say this, because I understand you.
