So what defines family? It's a real question...I mean, does it really come down to matter of the blood? So basically this year for Thanksgiving I had decided to spend time with my g/f's family (who I consider to be my second family). Well, after the breakup, since me and my ex were still on good terms...I did not change my holiday plans.
well, my little sister took offense to that...according to her, I should be spending time with my 'actual' family. But, according to me, the Locke's ARE my actual family. From the words of my ex,"Sure we may not be blood related but I consider her my actual family."
So again, what is family? To me, family is a group of people whom you respect, you love, and you have aan amazing time when you around them...people you can laugh with, joke around with, fight with (and make up later), people who understand you and allow you to be yourself.
While I do love my actual family very much...they do not always offer me the chance to be who I truly am. It's almost like i have to wear a mask around them because I do not measure up to the norms they have established within their immediate 'society'. Unless my brother comes home, I cannot talk about video games, and because my step-father does not agree with it...I cannot discuss anything that gives away my sexuality. But here in indianapolis I am free to do as I wish...there are no norms, I do not have to wear a mask...I can talk about anything, joke about anything, and they consider me family.
My ex's nieces even call me 'aunt' and it's a really amazing feeling to know that I am known enough and loved enough to have that kind of title. So let me know what you think.
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