Closure

Ch.3

     'More rain?' I thought as I woke up the next morning. I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, so I must have passed out on my bed as soon as I laid down. Typically I let my parents know when I take a shower but I just said screw it and went into the bathroom to find my stepdad brushing his teeth.

     "Good morning, hope you slept well. You'll have to tell me how it went with your therapist when I get home. Have a good day." He said with a huge smile on his face. He sure was in a good mood this morning, wonder what sparked that. I know I made him sound like a total ass hole but I feel like he's gotten a bit better about what he says and his temperament since my little sister was born a year and a half ago. Anyways I carried on with my shower and got ready for the day, rocking out my tie dye Grateful Dead shirt. I walked into the living room to find my uncle Anthony sleeping on our couch. What a relief, I haven't seen him in a bit.

     My uncle Anthony is one of the best people I know, however some of the best people don't always make the right decisions. He faced a drug addiction which has somehow continued to this day I believe. It's heartbreaking to go through but all we can do is try and help him through his pains and troubles to try and get back on the right path. My grandparents try and help him out but my uncle gets stubborn and turns around at them saying that they cant accept his sexuality in being gay. My grandparents are very old fashioned which they cant understand a lot of concepts within this era of the 21st century. I love my grandparents very much but there have been times of conflict between not only them and I but with other members of my moms side of the family as well.

     I never really was the favored child growing up, even though I deemed to be the youngest. My cousin Joseph was always the golden child in our family which I never understood. I always tried my best in everything and I was a pretty successful kid but I felt that my moms side had always looked past it all. Was it that I was too fat? Was it because my parents weren't together? Was it because I didn't agree with them all the time? Who knows. I could be doing so many things right yet they would still find a reason to dislike me. It was troubling growing up with that, it really was. Now thinking about it I'm really thankful my stepdad came into my moms life. He helped me through so much growing up around my moms side of the family which I didn't really realize until recently. I'm not religious but, he's a blessing in my life and even as mad as I get at him he is truly an amazing human being. Once we get passed our conflicts, it gets better between the two of us. 

     "Mmmh.. Amber...?" My uncle groaned as he woke up.

     "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. Are you okay?" I said softly, deep down I was eagerly concerned.

     "Yeah. I'm okay. I've just been through a lot of shit within the past couple of days." He said as he started falling back asleep again. I let him sleep. I knew he needed it, he goes through his ups and downs. But all of us do, he just makes it harder for himself.