Had to go nc with family members to keep my sanity. Its troubled me ever since. Paid for counselling. Helped a bit. I fret over it and worry in the wee small hours. It doesn't feel right but it feels like there's no other option. For me anyway.
So, I realised tonight, no one has noticed. No one has said 'what's up ssd, we never hear from you?'
Basically, no one cares.
I did it for my sanity, not for a reaction. But realising there's been no reaction, kind of astounds me and makes me remember why I went nc.
Aren't families bloody weird? You start off the same and that's all you have in common. I've had more care from a stranger at the bus stop than my own family.
I'll never understand it.
I bury it deep down, but it keeps popping up when I least expect it.
When do you finally get some peace?