Yesterday we went to Croga’s family, his stepfather had his birthday. Croga’s two brothers were also there. The oldest one with his wife and two sons and the younger one alone. Let me tell you, seeing those kids again confirmed once again that Croga and I are right not wanting any kids. Those two were tired around 5 PM and were screaming and yelling and running around, I hated it. By the time we went home at 7 PM I had a splitting headache. I feel blessed for not having children

Seeing the three brothers sitting at their mom’s dinner table, made me also feel blessed with what I have with my sister. She is not only my sister but also my best friend and confidant. I see her twice a week at least. Croga only sees his brothers when it is necessary at birthdays. And I believe he is fine with that. The three are completely different, have completely different lives too. They have nothing to say to each other, and when they do, it’s about….well, nothing really. Yesterday the oldest one didn’t say a single word to me. I guess he is offended that I didn’t invite them to my birthday last november. Well, I couldn’t care less, it’s my life and I decide who is welcome in my house and who isn’t. If Croga would want to invite them to his birthday, he can, off course, but I believe he doesn’t care that much.

When I first met Croga I was confused about how his family is. It’s a different world, compared to mine. We are all very close, not only my sister and me, but I am also close with my uncle. My mom a little less, but I see her more often then Croga sees his. His dad is still a strange story. I believe I have seen this man only a couple of times since Croga and I are together (almost 8 years now). The only time his dad calls is when he needs advice about his computer or if something isn’t working. And as a good son would do, Croga goes over there to help out. Mostly without me, I don’t feel like being stuck with his dad’s wife to whom I got nothing to say. Sometimes it looks like Croga doesn’t belong in that family, although his youngest brother and him are very much alike on the outside. And truth being said, I can get along with him. It’s the oldest brother I can’t get along with, but tolerate for the sake of peace.

No, I feel blessed with what I have. I feel blessed for growing up with two parents that stayed together until the end. I feel blessed with the way I was brought up, being free to develop my own personality. I feel blessed that I had the bond with my dad that I did. I feel blessed for my sister and family that I am close to. I feel blessed for having the friends that I have, not being that many, I cherish them. And I even feel blessed with Croga, I couldn’t wish for a better, sweeter, funnier man

Strange, how people can have that a different effect on you. That there are people you absolutely can’t get along with, no matter how hard you try. As Croga always says: your family, you get for free. Your friends, those you choose. And thus are your friends more important than your family.
For me they are both. My family are my friends. And my friends feel like family.