Perhaps you're right, maybe I did go knowing full well I would hate it and end up miserable. If so, to what end?
There are times when I consider it bearable, and other times when I could care less for my family's company. The latter may sound harsh, but I'm smart enough to know that there is love beyond whatever up front feelings of contempt I have for them at times.
It wouldn't be an end to communication if I were to speak up and turn a few heads and offend them by chance, when the sentiment all along was simply: I just want to be with family and not feel like an outcast.









