Fairweather Family

It hurts, doesn't it? It hurts real bad. When someone you thought was family, takes you for granted, trampling all over you in the shortlived process of finding transient happiness for themselves? That sometimes when you need the familiarity of faces to dampen the anguish/ dejection in your heart, they choose to isolate themselves from the squalor of it all? That the adage: laugh and the world laughs with you, cry: and you cry alone is imminently true? Humans are a selfish race. We turn our heads away from the stark realities of life- both material as well as subconscious. We are rarely there in totality (except for maybe 5% of the breed) when someone needs us the most- because we are battling our own demons. Fairweather Family- they are there only as long as the sun is shining. You get drenched in the rain of sorrow all alone.