As I may or may not have mentioned before, I’m not that close to my family. There are different reasons for that, and I’ll go deeper into those another time but for now it’s enough to say that I don’t really give a flying fuck if they love me or not. At the end of the day, if they choose not be in contact or be distant then fuck them, that’s their choice.
So what to do next?
It kinda occurred to me that I have, in effect, created a pseudo family. I have formed close friendships with a few different people now, from fellow boxers (damn it feels good to be able to call myself a boxer!) as well buddies from my prison days. There’s friends I’ve had since my mid teens as well.
So in effect, the neglect from my blood family matters not a jot because despite their rejection, I have got something better. Admittedly some of my friends are ‘away’ for a VERY long time but that’s neither here nor there!
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