As some of you are aware, I really do have a few issues with my NZ family.
I spend time with my aged parents regularly, and I note that they are the glue that keeps me connected with my siblings because I have reached the point where I don’t really care.
Every now and then I think to myself that perhaps I should be the bigger person but then I’m reminded that when I was struggling they simply weren’t there for me.
I have felt incredibly isolated and as such have made a bit more effort with connection to my biological family.
Here’s a story. My older sister left a birthday gift for me with my parents (who forgot where it was). My birthday was June, it’s now September.
Now, I don’t want to be too scathing but here it is:
They included this too:
Yes, that is a Thai Airways business class pack that they were given on their last trip.
Clearly they thought that ‘Simon would like this on his journey to Hell’.
I’m a bit grumpy.