In the 1990’s I had gotten into a conversation with an associate. We discussed a relative of mine. When I made a statement, the female I was talking to said, “Yeah, but you still love them, right?
I said in response, “No, I don’t love them.
Then I elaborated. “They are my mother’s sibling. I have nothing to do with that. You don’t love someone just because they are related to you. Love has to come natural. You love someone because of how they treat you”.
The girl was silent after my words.
A few days later, the guy who was present when his brother’s girlfriend and I relayed words to one another, acknowledged to me that she had told his sister what I said.
His sister had agreed with me and told her other brother’s girlfriend, “She’s right!”
At the time, the other girl and I were in our early twenties and she probably found my admission out of the ordinary.
I was always one who was advanced and one who spoke the truth.
I came from a very big family and no, I did not love every single one of my relatives and I didn’t see anything strange or wrong about it.
