If this has been a long one, then you don’t have to worry about your family eating dinner together. Our family dinner is a thing of the past and not because we’re vegetarians, but because we just don’t find anyone to eat with anymore. We’ve been eating out for years now and it’s been getting harder and harder to justify that decision.
Its been three years since we got our first meal together. We found out that while we do eat out occasionally, we have a hard time doing so every week. Our friends seem to be just as hesitant about eating out as we are, and its especially hard for us to justify going every week. Weve talked to a few people about it and they all have similar stories. One guy said he was forced to eat dinner with his family every week because his wife didnt like it.
When we finally go to dinner, we usually feel like weve lost a bunch of weight. Its not exactly what we wanted, but we do think it makes the family seem more intimate. That doesnt mean though, that every now and then we feel like weve lost something.
I think it’s important to note that we’ve all lost something. And that its not necessarily that big a deal. We all have things in our life that we feel like we miss. And that’s okay. We should all feel comfortable in the fact that we can’t be more than we are.
I think that is true. I know that as a child, I felt like I was missing my parents most of the time. I didnt know how to express it, or how to feel. I didnt know what to want out of life, or how to fill the empty spaces in my life. Now I know that my parents loved me, and that I always had them. I feel that i want them to be proud of me, and that I miss them more than I remember with.
And that is all fine with us, and everything.
So there you have it.
And yes, the fact that we feel we are missing our parents is a feeling that we all have, but the difference is that we are all part of this family, and I’m not sure when it will all end. Its a feeling that I have a lot of, and I hope it stays forever. In a way its so bittersweet that it makes me happy that I dont have the memories of what my parents are like, and I dont have their love.
The thing is that there isn’t a clear line of demarcation between our emotions and the emotions of the people we know, and even people we barely know. So we don’t really know where to draw the line, and we don’t really know how to draw it. In some part of our hearts we have a feeling for our parents and for our siblings, but we don’t know what that feeling is.
So that being said, we do know that in some part of our hearts our parents are a bunch of assholes. And if being an asshole is the same thing as loving our families, then clearly we are assholes.