First of all, I just want to apologise for making such a quick and not well thought-out post yesterday. I wasn’t even busy, but I just hadn’t realised it was already almost midnight.
Today, I want to talk about my relationship with my parents for a bit. I know that lots of children have a challenging relationship with their parents and so do I.
I’ve got one older brother, who also still lives at home and as a family we’re not that great.
Probably the thing I struggle most with is that there is almost no communication. I find it very hard to tell my parents anything about my life, because I feel like they’ll make fun of me or that they’ll be angry. However, it’s not that I just don’t tell them things, it’s also that they don’t really ask me about my life. There is the usual ‘How was school today?’ but really that’s where it ends. Which just sucks.
We, as a family, eat dinner together most days of the week. Sometimes, we talk about things, interesting things, things that are of importance at that moment. However, most of the time, we eat in silence or if my parents have played golf, how it went. That’s it, that’s all we talk about. So we just eat very quick and we can be done with dinner within twenty minutes.
I have had dinner at my best friend’s house multiple times and it’s always so lovely to be there. They always have something to talk about and they tell each other stuff. They tell each other about their problems. They all seem so connected and that just makes me really happy, though sad at times, because I wished my family was a bit more like them.
I think that the reason that my family doesn’t communicate very well is also because we spend a lot of our time not together. The only thing we do together is eat. The rest of the time I’m in my room, my brother is in his and my parents are downstairs. It has been like this for years, and it won’t change. I’ll go off to university next year, so it’ll be interesting to see what’s going to happen then, but I think that it might be for the better.
Have a nice day!