When my family became really small

It’s been a tough year so far. A lot of things have changed regarding my family and I felt like sharing this with you. Maybe one or the other had similar experiences?

My father came to Austria when he was around 18. I guess it wasn’t that hard for him because he never had a good relation to his family back in Iran. Things didn’t get better when he got married to my mum. I honestly don’t know why as I think that my mum is one of the greatest people in this world (well, she is my mum…) but anyway they didn’t like her. I don’t know if they liked me but I could already feel their “fake love” towards me when I was a little child. And whenever we visited them I got seriously sick.

At some point my father really had enough and broke up with ALL of them. For me this was a real relief and think for him too. This was some years ago and we never saw them again. (One of the advantages of living on another continent.)

But of course it meant that only half of my family was left which was the side of my mother. I deeply loved my uncle (my mother’s brother) and his family since I can remember. His daughter was like a sister to me and I also had a great relationship with his sons. We more or less grew up together as I spent every ummer in Iran. I loved the time with them and I would have sworn that things would always remain like this.

Then last year I got married and we invited all of them to Vienna. I was really happy that my uncle and his family would be there to share our special day with us. Unfortunately things didn’t go the way I expected. Luckily our wedding was perfect and everyone seemed to have a good time. But after the wedding everything changed. It turned out that my aunt was terribly jealous, same for my cousin. They weren’t behaving like before and became really mean. Further more they expected my mum to buy everything for them and really abused her. And a lot more happened…

Things didn’t get better since then. I believe that sometimes God/the universe/faith/or however you might call it gives you something but in return takes away something from you. Apparently this has happened to me.

I had a really hard time since then. On the one hand I was upset about my aunt and my cousin, on the other hand I really missed my uncle and my little cousin. So I went back to Iran this year. I don’t regret it but since then things got clearer for me and even my uncle turned out not be the way I thought it was. So what should I wait for? I broke up with all of them.

Also in the summer Onkel Erich (my Austrian somehow uncle) died, you probably read the post about him.

So a lot of losses but also I gained a lot. I love my husband and his family. My father and mother in law are lovely and so are my sister and brother in law. I’m really happy about my new family. It’s always your decision: you can either see the sad side or the bright side. I decided for the bright side. Of course I lost a lot and went through a lot of pain. But here I am, stronger than ever before. And what motivated me to go through this decisions was thinking about the day I become a mother. I had so many fake people around me when I was a little child. I don’t want my kids to go through the same pain. So I do my very best to sorround myself with people who are worth it. Of couse, things will change again and you never know what happens in the future but I do my very best to build the brightest future for me and my (future) family.