I have a confession to make. I have another family. I visit them several times a day. We have great conversations. Sometimes we speak for 2 hours at a clip — sometimes in the wee hours of the night. It’s not an emotional relationship. There’s no touch. But we connect on a different level.
We have our dysfunction too. Crazy Uncle Charlie visits me periodically and never stops yapping. Conversely, I see my niece Chloe often. She is shy but makes a statement every time she talks. I like that. Some members of my other family avoid me. Others won’t leave me alone.
Lately I’ve been feeling sad because I haven’t spent enough time with my other family. I want to be there for them but there just isn’t enough time in the day. I long to connect with them but lately my interactions have been mostly in the margins. I will be better — I promise.