The family is often an impossible place. A place where being able to be is a chimera. A prison in which anything we do that is not expected of us is experienced as a betrayal. You live with shame and rejection.
The thing is that not everyone loves us, shelters us and contains us.
Not everyone supports us, cares for us and protects us.
Not everyone listens to us, validates us and values us.
Not everyone registers and recognizes us.
Some who place their anger, their resentment and their resentment on us. Others are cruel, violent, abusive and perverse. Others ignore and humiliate us.
There is everything. And there is everything because before anything else we are people. People occupying a role. And the family is no exception.
There are families so hurtful and harmful that distance becomes an imperative necessity. Even if it costs. Although of guilt. Although it hurts the soul to accept that we did not even ask to be born, and on top of everything we have to deal with what we were dealt.
It is time to dethrone that mandate that asserts that blood is blood and that family comes first.
It is time to stop romanticizing the family and understand that, sometimes, the family tree is also pruned.
Facundo Olivares – Writer
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