So last night me and my fiance's family are sitting in the living room drinking wine and having fun. We somehow get on the topic of family when we were young. I sat there and listened to everyones happy memories of grandparents, aunts and uncles and what not and I start to realize. I don't really have a lot of happy memories of my childhood. Everyone just ignored me. The only people I ever remember being nice to me other than my mom was my Uncle Ralph and Granny Annie. My dad was a different person back then and to be honest I didn't even like him till I was 14. My brother was mean to me and my cousins ignored me and always included my brother in things and not me. For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me but now its just their loss. To this day a lot of my cousins never include me. I don't really care but I kind of feel cheated when I hear everyone elses stories. To this day people ignore me but I guess I just leared to live with it but it still gets to me every once in a while like when people interrupt me when I'm talking, all the time.