It's hard sometimes to know that I have multiple siblings and that I am not emotionally close with any of them. American movies and television shows often depict a fantasy world of people who suddenly get along after years of not getting along. I believed that scenario. It didn't work the way I thought it would.
I miss believing that things will work out with them. That was a comforting thought when I used to think it. The promise of "one day" wreaked havoc on my psyche, though. I kept ignoring my feelings of hurt and opting instead for the fantasy. The hope restricted in its own way. It meant that I spent a lot of time hoping and not much time accepting the reality of our personalities.
Now that I'm honest with myself about how things exist, life is calmer. I miss them, and I also understand that our personalities don't mesh well at this time. I love you, siblings. Rock it.
Well hello there.