I tried to have an earnest conversation with you, I tried to talk to you about something important to me. You immediately accused me of looking down on you because I used words you didn't like. I don't understand what I did but you threw that at me and I'm not sure if I'm okay. I even apologized for daring to have an opinion that's different from yours. I fucking apologized for that at 34 fucking years old. You were the last of the family that I spoke to, though rarely. I made a New Years resolution to talk to you more, it was less than two weeks for you to scream at me and call me a disappointment. Mom said the same 12 years ago, that was the last time I spoke to her, both of my parents won't talk to me and no other family gives a shit about me.

Maybe it's me, maybe I'm unlovable to all of you and that's fine. I have a husband that loves me and supports my beliefs, friends that love me and want to have deep conversations with me because they like me as a person. A beautiful house, a job I like and a spirituality that you would hate if you knew what I practiced.

Maybe some families just aren't meant to work out. Blood is bullshit and I'm done lying to please you. I'm proud to be your disappointment because it means I'm happy. Fuck you.