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5/22/2021 at Charles Mill dam in mifflin ohio we held a small family gathering. My children and my step Niece to be the centerpiece of this event I didn't even want to participate in, I was told this could be the last time I see some of these people.
But the same symptoms arose, the same symptoms that popped up at the kids birthdays, Christmas, probably thanksgiving but I cant remember that far back. I cant look any one in the eye, and All I wanted was to get away. My god fearing family sees me, my tattoos, my Madonna shirt, my energy. Always has been the black sheep, my child's mom an added addition to the weirdness of what was a harmonious (dysfunctional) pack of church going, simple, people. Their lives are easy. My step niece is overbearing, always used to call me dad and acts strangely and cries now that my attention is solely on my wandering children..
I hate being here.
Its so crowded but its easier to say hello and smile to strangers than my own family.
I escape to take my children to the playground, to the swings, try to get my son to go down the slide and after the first time he doesn't want to stop. But we were followed by my step niece and her parent. My step niece wants to steal the show, steal my attention, I don't care any more. I cant care.. And all I can think about is what her parent did to me when we were kids, its weird it never effected me until I hit my mid twenties, it does now though. Why? I have an aversion to them. They want to be my friend but I just cant. Last week they said they were concerned that their daughter had a male 2nd grade teacher... the irony.
I get my kids together, and leave when I can. Aunt Wanda probably wonders why I never said "hello."