A-typical

I'm so grateful for the life I have now. It sure as hell doesn't fit into anyone else's life, my happiness seems to make other family members right pissed -
but I'm happy.
Like, boring, nothing happening, happy.
Both my husband and I have peripheral relationships with our mothers, non existent relationships with our dads, and both our siblings' are not in our lives by choice or circumstance.
Its a lonely, insular existence, but I really believe that - given the variables - this is the only way it can 'work'.
Our kids have parents who are not stressed out by their family. Our kids have parents who are happy in their careers. Our kids have a warm home and damn good food on the table.
We are living our life on our terms. Not a lot of people can say that.
So what if our terms don't include dealing with psycho-family drama? Why force yourself to deal with people whose interactions with you loathe? Just because you share blood? Bah.
We had 2 guests at dinner last night that showed us more courtesy and kindness than either of our families' have in half a dozen years.
Why can't we hold our families to the same standards we do people we work with?... or our friends? Why does blood give you a free pass to judge, disrespect and neglect and then be forgiven for it?