A strange thing happens to me when I come to visit family.
I seem to lose all the will to live.
I start to just exist between moments.
It gets so dark and gloomy that I eventually break down, and I don’t know why that is happening.
It mostly happens when I visit my family through marriage.
They are very nice people. But I think I suffered some trauma at their hands. So whenever I come back here, a deep desolation befalls me.
Combine that with ill children and a nasty sore throat… my goodness the floodgates open.
Well. I will be seeing my own family tomorrow, so we will see what delights that will hold.