No Love Lost
I don’t know why I had so much hate towards his side of the family. Wait!! Let me correct myself. It’s not that I hated them, it’s just that I didn’t care to know them. You know that whole, out of site, out of mind, saying? Yeah, it was like that. They weren’t in my life, I never knew they existed. After finding out about them and meeting some of them a few times, I didn’t feel anything for them. It wasn’t like, I had to be around them or I need to call them to see what they’re doing. It was nothing to me. You can’t miss what you never had. We didn’t have a relationship, we didn’t bond, we didn’t connect on any level, so, not seeing or not talking to them didn’t leave me missing them one bit. I would feel uncomfortable when they’d say I love you. How can you love me and you don’t even know me. I sure couldn’t say “I love you” to them, because I didn’t. I would have told a bold face lie, had I said that.