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Wow, this thread just really hits home with me. I was in the same situation that Omniscent's friend was in. My mom's sister and her family moved here from Iran, and lived with us for about a month. However, to this day, when I go over to their house, it's like their princess just walked in. I had never seen my aunt before she moved here, because all of my life, she lived in Iran. When they finally got here, it's like the blood we share created such an immediate bond, and it feels so nice that this can happen with someone you JUST MET. They are very appreciative and call us every day to see how we're doing. After my father's death, they were there every single day, helping us serve guest after guest (about 300 in a week)...it was beautiful.
My father's side, is a different story. It's funny how one side must always be good, and the other just really really bad..lol My uncles are all older than my dad. We never had a special kind of bond because they are all cold snakes. During my father's funeral, NOT ONE of them offered to help in any way. They just came to my house, day after day, sat on their butts and did nothing to make me feel like they shared my grief. Even during the funeral, my aunt's husband was the one who hugged me and told me that I can count on him as a father anytime. Mind you, this is a 78 year old man who has nothing. Just the fact that he said the words, made me feel like he'd just handed me the world.
Before his death, my father's relatives were ALWAYSSSS asking for favors. My dad has never turned anyone down. He would give out money, even though we actually needed it more. He would be a taxi driver to the relatives who didn't drive or were too old to drive. When he was alive, everyone used to talk about what a great man he was..bla bla bla. Now, they don't even know where I live. It's like all of them died with my dad. Yea sure, once in a while, we get a call...like the other day. This was the exact conversation that I had with my uncle:
Me: Hi uncle, how are you feeling. I know you've been sick..what happened?
Uncle: Is your mother home?
Me: Uh, she's sleeping
Uncle: Why is she sleeping? Is she sick?
Me: Well, yes we just got her out of the hospital, she had a minor stroke.
Uncle: Damnit, I knew it. Tell ur mother to quit smoking already!!
Me: Uh, thanks I'll let her know.
Uncle: Hey are you staying out of trouble? Is your brother still doing drugs?
Me: My brother was never doing drugs.
Uncle: Oh yea, that's not what I heard.
Me: Well you go tell the person who told you that to call me up and we can discuss it together.
Uncle: Do you need money?
Me: No. Even if I did, you'd be the last one I'd call.
Uncle: Why?
Me: Because (du anpetk mart es)!!
Uncle: What?
Me: I don't have time for this, goodbye.
click.
This pretty much sums up my dad's side of the family. LOL My dad always told me never to ask for favors from them because he knew what they were like. If GOD FORBID they do something for you, they'll slap it in your face every chance they get. This is what I hate. When you do something good, as mousy said, it should be because it makes you feel good, not because you want to have something to hold over someone's head for the rest of their lives.
Nuff said.
My father's side, is a different story. It's funny how one side must always be good, and the other just really really bad..lol My uncles are all older than my dad. We never had a special kind of bond because they are all cold snakes. During my father's funeral, NOT ONE of them offered to help in any way. They just came to my house, day after day, sat on their butts and did nothing to make me feel like they shared my grief. Even during the funeral, my aunt's husband was the one who hugged me and told me that I can count on him as a father anytime. Mind you, this is a 78 year old man who has nothing. Just the fact that he said the words, made me feel like he'd just handed me the world.
Before his death, my father's relatives were ALWAYSSSS asking for favors. My dad has never turned anyone down. He would give out money, even though we actually needed it more. He would be a taxi driver to the relatives who didn't drive or were too old to drive. When he was alive, everyone used to talk about what a great man he was..bla bla bla. Now, they don't even know where I live. It's like all of them died with my dad. Yea sure, once in a while, we get a call...like the other day. This was the exact conversation that I had with my uncle:
Me: Hi uncle, how are you feeling. I know you've been sick..what happened?
Uncle: Is your mother home?
Me: Uh, she's sleeping
Uncle: Why is she sleeping? Is she sick?
Me: Well, yes we just got her out of the hospital, she had a minor stroke.
Uncle: Damnit, I knew it. Tell ur mother to quit smoking already!!
Me: Uh, thanks I'll let her know.
Uncle: Hey are you staying out of trouble? Is your brother still doing drugs?
Me: My brother was never doing drugs.
Uncle: Oh yea, that's not what I heard.
Me: Well you go tell the person who told you that to call me up and we can discuss it together.
Uncle: Do you need money?
Me: No. Even if I did, you'd be the last one I'd call.
Uncle: Why?
Me: Because (du anpetk mart es)!!
Uncle: What?
Me: I don't have time for this, goodbye.
click.
This pretty much sums up my dad's side of the family. LOL My dad always told me never to ask for favors from them because he knew what they were like. If GOD FORBID they do something for you, they'll slap it in your face every chance they get. This is what I hate. When you do something good, as mousy said, it should be because it makes you feel good, not because you want to have something to hold over someone's head for the rest of their lives.
Nuff said.
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