I am a little jealous. I had breakfast with a friend and her cousin. They talked about Aunt’s and Uncle’s and cousins. They laughed about family stories. I felt sad. My family is so small. The aunt’s
and uncle’s of old were dysfunctional in that they didn’t have a relationship. This one didn’t talk to that one. My mother didn’t talk to her sister and the sisters didn’t talk to their brother. How unhappy they had to have been.
How bitter . Family disappeared and no one looked for them. I was the youngest. My Aunt had 3 children, some were married, one was in med school. They lived in the same town. I had no contact with the three cousins. It is true that they were probably 20 years
older than I was, but why no contact. I am really angry at my adult family for doing this to me. So I listened to my breakfast mates and actually ,the stories were so interesting that for a couple of hours,
I felt right in the family.