4th Week Freak Out
I woke up this morning and realized that four Tuesdays ago I dropped off my parents at the air port, and I haven't heard from them since. They didn't even want me to go in with them and wave them goodbye at the window as the plane took off. Well, we're not allowed to do that anymore, but it would've been nice if they had wanted me to wait with them for a little while since they got to the airport six hours before their flight actually left (we could've at least had coffee together). Instead, they told me to just drop them off on the sidewalk and started walking inside before I even had the chance to get out of the car and say goodbye to them. They told me that they were going to call me as soon as they landed to tell me how their flight went. They didn't call.
Since their move to New York was so spontaneous (so spontaneous that they didn't bother telling me until I found them packing about five days before they were leaving), they didn't have all their new home information. So all I have is their cell phone numbers, which they never answer (they only answer their business cell phones and they've never given me the number for them). I'd email them, but I realized I have no idea what their emails are. I don't have their home phone number or address so I can't call or send them a letter. I've tried contacting my siblings but they aren't answering. I love when my family forgets I exist. It makes me feel very loved.
Since their move to New York was so spontaneous (so spontaneous that they didn't bother telling me until I found them packing about five days before they were leaving), they didn't have all their new home information. So all I have is their cell phone numbers, which they never answer (they only answer their business cell phones and they've never given me the number for them). I'd email them, but I realized I have no idea what their emails are. I don't have their home phone number or address so I can't call or send them a letter. I've tried contacting my siblings but they aren't answering. I love when my family forgets I exist. It makes me feel very loved.
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yogamommy on
STRANGE behavior indeed. Where did everyone go and I don't know what to say to this? Keep us posted!!
tvsgweblog on
Ah,
Sorry you've experienced this. We don't get to choose our families.
For what it's worth, we at blogs4me.com love you. Hang in there kiddo!
If you need to talk about it, just send me a message. I'm available.
Sorry you've experienced this. We don't get to choose our families.
For what it's worth, we at blogs4me.com love you. Hang in there kiddo!
If you need to talk about it, just send me a message. I'm available.
ahmeohmy on
This really isn't unusual behavior for my family. They left me in the bathroom at Disneyland once and it took them four hours to figure out I was missing (you might've read about it in a previous blog). When I was little I was also left at the mall, at the store, at the gas station, and many other weird places on various occasions.
I think they easily forget me because I was born last (everyone else had a two year difference between them and I was born eight years after my older sister) and because I'm tiny.
I think they easily forget me because I was born last (everyone else had a two year difference between them and I was born eight years after my older sister) and because I'm tiny.
