In more than one way my family is very different from me. I went to a Pampered Chef party the other day only to be offended by some of the remarks of my intimate family members.
My Aunt is or was involved with a man. She proceeded to tell us that he was an a-hole. Her proof was that his ex-wife left him for another woman. According to everyone present that event of someone leaving their husband for the same sex shows that that the husband was so terrible that his wife had to be with another woman.
I was so incredibly offended, nobody heard me but all I could say was, “She was probably gay, or bi, that doesn’t reflect on the husband at all!” I was completely miffed.
Than they had to start in saying that women should join the military because they aren’t cut out for it.
Worse party I have ever been to.
None of my family members are pro-feminist or pro-LGBT, none are completely Pagan, none are vegetarian and they don’t realize it but some people in my family are racist. When I was living there I always felt alone. I had to lock myself in my bedroom to feel completely free. Now that I see that difference between myself and them I feel the need to distance myself away.
Its’ wonder that I am who I am and not someone else. I can’t remember the day that I decided I was a feminist or a Witch, or even gay (I do remember when I decided to be a vegetarian). It was impossible not to be those things, even though it was technically a choice. I could have chosen not to be those things; to go with the crowd. I could make everyone like me and not feel so alienated with my family.
That’s what makes me different than my family. My choices and my personality. I would rather speak up than nod my head in agreement while keeping my opinion to myself.
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