I plop into my chair at my desk, completely exhausted from my conversation with my mother. I've basically been cut out of my family. I don't know if I left or if they exiled me but the divide already existed before I moved out.
I wish I could officially withdraw from the family. Tell them I don't need a card with fifty bucks on my birthday and I don't need to know when they leave the country. It would be nice not to feel like I need to inform them when I get a new job or send them my new address.
The reason I can never bring myself to do it is that it feels harsh and final and they haven't done anything too horrible. I always felt like they never let me be a part of their family, but if I made it final it would feel like it was me who made it that way instead of them.
I look at the comm
