whiskey cult

It’s funny how people who used to pay you no mind suddenly come looking for attention once you’ve become more popular than them. In the past, I would’ve let them, when I was insecure and desperate for validation. I’m still insecure a bit, but I’m learning. I’m learning that you shouldn’t have to beg people to validate you. It’s a hard lesson, though. I think I deserve to be validated. My family was never one to make me feel accepted, but I don’t think I need them to anymore. I’ve got a new family now, and it’s got nothing to do with blood or DNA. 

I don’t miss my family back home. Actually it’s quite nice being independent away from them. I’ve talked to my mother, twice, since leaving. My father always refuses to speak to me, but I’ve never expected much else from him. You’d think, after eight years of being out, they’d have come round by now. At this point I really don’t think they ever will. 

I’ve received another letter from my brother and, once again, thrown it in the rubbish bin without opening it. I’m quite proud of myself for that. I don’t feel held back by my family or guilty for distancing myself from them. I’m at that point in my life that I dreamt of being at when I was fourteen and in the closet. I don’t need my family. I’ve got much better people now. It’s a bit of a shame that Tarek and Mum and Dad decided to treat me the way they did, but that’s on them. I’m not the one missing out.