My rant topic today is going to be my family. My "half" family to be exact.
So, I've got three half siblings; two brothers and one sister. We have the same mom, but we have a different dad. Well sometimes it doesn't even seem that we have the same mother. Anyways, I used to love them to death. The easiest way to explain the love I had for them is to say that they were my One Direction. I really loved them that much. I worshiped the ground they walked on, almost literally. Then my family moved away and they stayed with there dad, who has custody of them. Things kinda went downhill after that. I'm not really going to go into all of that. All I have to say is that they aren't very nice people.
What I really want to "rant" about really bugs me. You see, I don't see those three that often and I hardly ever talk to them. I know above I said that I loved them to death and I obviously don't anymore, but I still love them, just not as much as I did back then. So it hurts when they'll sit there and say that they had a fun time hanging out with their family, or their dad, or their siblings. Like, I'm pretty sure I'm apart of their family too. I'm pretty sure they used to always call my dad their dad too. I used to think I was at least a half of a sibling, but I guess not. And I hate when people comment on pictures of them (my three half siblings and their dad) saying "what a lovely family", "what a nice family you have", or "you have such an amazing family". I'm sitting here wondering if those people even know that there's more to the family then just them. I'M FAMILY TOO!
I just hate how I spent a good ten years trying to get them to love me and this is all I get; forgotten.
So, yeah. That's my rant.
