Confession Tuesday: I confess.

Confession Tuesday

I hate writing about my family.
I really do. I'll write about anything, anything personal, except my family, because its unfair as hell. It's like talking behind someone's back, talking about a stranger like you know them. I only see my family across seas once every two years. I met some of my family for the first time ever only this vacation, parts of my family on my English side are actually missing. I haven't actually met most of my family and the ones I have had we can only share scarce moments with each other. The only three groups I really know are my grandparents on both sides and my aunt and uncle on my Dutch side. But that's about it. I feel like a bastard when I write about them, I have no right to, how can I dedicate a memoir to a stranger when I have do not have many memories to share with them..

To make things worse, if I DARE write about my brother and I put one, tiny little sarcastic comment. He goes crazy on me raging completely. Yet he doesn't seem to have any problems writing a post directly labelled at attacking me, isn't it great to have such a loving, caring brother?