Funny thing, Holidays. They can be warm and comforting, bringing families together, or they can bring up memories of years gone by and the hurt that may have been dealt by people we were so close to. This year has both of theses truths for me. On one hand my very close family (wife and kids) are coming together so very close. There is great excitement for the gifts we are waiting to open and our home has a warm feeling that I wouldn't replace for the world. But then there is a darker side. From as far back as I can remember my family has known how to dish out some real pain. Always someone was made to feel as though they were not good enough for the rest of the family, or that what they had done something so bad that you could be spoken to. I recall years of being the outcast. I had many holidays spent by myself. I would go through a wide range of emotions, from hurt to anger, resentment and finally acceptance. I accepted that I had no family that I could count on and only a strong will could provide me the support that I sought from a family. I also knew that with making a family of my own that I would try harder than I had ever done with the family I grew up with. Years had passed and apologies made for the years I spent alone, but nothing has ever felt resolved. I'm not sure what it would it would take to truly put the past behind, but it's not likely to happen any time soon. Without going in to detail one again I had a family member try to have me pushed aside. In the old days this would have been done by phone and there would have been a lot of miss quotes, but this time it was with e-mails. A privet conversation that gone blown out of proportion was then sent to several members of my family. The claim was that it was to set me strait, but in my heart I knew that this, like the times in the past, I was to be pushed out again. This didn't happen this time because with e-mails everyone could see the conversation in its entirety and saw how absurd it was. Since I was not banished as expected, I guess there is now some sort of backlash. I can't say I don't care, but with all I have ever been through, I can say I have little empathy for someone who shoots them self in the foot. I have lived for many years on my own and now have a family that counts on me for my love and support and will not easily take crap from anyone who wishes to give me any gripe over how I chouse to live my life. Nor will I have anyone tell me whom I should respect, especially from someone who only recognizes part of my own family as being family. I love all my kids and my grandchild. With their support I know I will enjoy this holiday season.