Friday, 24 June 2011

• Unbearable

  
  So, I guess this has happened twice with two serious relationships (now and then) and it has to do with family. For intents and purposes and my ongoing struggle, I've never been liked by any guy's family though the reasoning behind that is weird. Or rather I just end up dating sweet guys with bad families that cause drama and pain. As for myself? I'm not a bad person at all, I would really describe myself as a cheerful, sweet and nice person and not at all a bad person, so why do I end up having families hate me? That is a mystery. 

  The first guy was my ex, and I will be the first one to admit, that I ended up invading his privacy and paid for it (and learned a heavy lesson from that) by him breaking up with me. That I do understand, but I never could understand why his family got so involved. I'm sure there was a need to protect the one that they love, but in the realm of romantic relationships, they really should have butted out. And then it became a long tug of war between me, his family and his spinelessness/indecisiveness. I should've known to let go when he couldn't make up his mind, but what do you expect from a high schooler?

  I was stupid, naive and wanted to believe in the good in people and that I couldn't possibly be unjustly wronged, but I was proven wrong often. It had gotten to the point where his mother stalked his online accounts and made the neighbors watch out for me and still to this day, I cannot step foot on her property unless I want to go to jail. Luckily, I was forgiven for my transgression (by him) and it was squared away but his mother most importantly still carried hate for me. His whole family did although there were other reasons why they didn't like me. Mainly about the whole incident that broke us up in the first place. We couldn't even talk anymore and when he stopped trying in the relationship for good and I grew a bit, I mutually broke up with him. I was done wasting my time, not to mention I wasn't in love with him anymore.

  Later on, I ended up dating my new boyfriend (a year and a few months now) though with some unforeseeable circumstances, I was somehow taken in by him and his family. It was an easy transition at first but it grew apparent, that I didn't get along with his mother, and most importantly the rest of his family. I have to mention, the only reason I wasn't living with my family was because I had gotten kicked out due to being really sick and bipolar. And apparently, my grandfather took offense to that. He never properly forgave me even up to his death recently.

  I do say that I'm a very easy to live with it...except I know that a lot of people don't like me for whatever reason. Any little thing about me that they get annoyed by. I did live with roommates for a year but that didn't work out well. There were a number of reasons for it, really. I think it had to do with difference in personality, difference of view points, difference in life style- really almost everything. I just didn't fit in with his family too much. I really did try but it ended up at the point of bullying and finally not talking to them at all. (I would move out if I could but let us face the facts here, we don't have the money to right now.)

  I have thought about this current relationship and even doubted it and I've come up with this: he is worth every ounce of the pain I go through. He equally goes through it too, so it's not just me bearing this all. And knowing that I have a boyfriend that loves me and knows what he wants is beautiful, and stands up for me whenever I'm treated wrongly by his family. 

  I think I'm cursed though. I just end up dating guys with really crappy families. Sweet guys but they have the drawback of bad families behind them. 

  So have you ever dated someone that has a unbearable family? What did you do about it? Any stories you wanna share? Experiences?

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