No Family

Well, I legally can’t say no family but that might as well be the case. My wife has two families in the Philippines. They are Gonzaga and Formentera. Neither family has anything to do with her. Why, who knows? We send boxes of clothes, food, medicine, hygiene products, and candy to them regularly. Yet none of them call my wife or message her to say hi, thanks, nothing. Only her daughter contacts her. She tries to stay in touch, but they block her. Many times we gave physical and financial help to them. When a member of her family had medical problems, we helped only to be blasted for not footing the whole cost. The communication is one-sided. She greets them every holiday and birthday. But, she gets nothing in return. Many times I comforted her as she cried because the only people who told her happy birthday, Merry Christmas, etc were me and her daughter. I’ve accepted her daughter as my stepdaughter and she and I have become close friends. My son, her stepson barely grunts at her. She views this as he hates her.

We have been married for twelve years. We live in my parent’s old house that we bought. Yet none of my family on either side McElroy or Schlesinger have even tried to contact us. Again, Facebook, Messenger, and phones are not a one-way street, and frankly, I’m tired of it. I have no idea what if anything I did to drive people away but, fuck them. You don’t want to associate with me, so be it. Now, I realize that posting my grievance here on my blog is about worthless as none of them read it but, using a different medium such as Facebook will only stir up trouble. So, I hope they on both hemispheres of our planet are happy