The traveling grandmamma: Treated as family

The traveling grandmamma: Treated as family: Sometimes I am so thick that I amaze myself. There are many says that I don’t understand. I really don’t. One of them is: “I was tr...

Treated as family

Sometimes I am so thick that I amaze myself.

There are many says that I don’t understand. I really don’t.

One of them is: “I was treated like family”.

We all know that all families are different.

Some are wonderful, other ones they kill (literally) each other.

Most families fall in between these two extremes, and let’s face it, most families are dysfunctional. Some more than others, but most of them are to some degree.

Many families are very nice. They like each other, they respect and trust each other. They meet regularly, they talk all the time, and they enjoy each other company. They might disagree here and there, but they still respect the other’s person believes, ideas, or outlook on life. They are family, so even when they disagree they will support each other, because that is what families do.

Other families don’t get along. They don’t talk with each other and they don’t respect the individuals, their ideas, or way of life. Needless to say, they don’t trust each other. They might even stop talking to you permanently if you disagree with their ideas or believes. It happens more often than you know.  Sometimes a little misunderstanding divides families beyond repair.

Many families like some of their relatives but not all of them. They gossip and talk behind their backs while smiling to their faces. Whether we want to or not, we all know families like this.

Some families are abusive, whether physically, sexually, or both.

So I will ask again, why people imply they were treated wonderfully when they say: I was treated as family, when most of the time family don’t treat each other right?

Beats me.