When they arrived I hardly spent any time with them and carried on my daily routines as if they were not there.
I came and left when I pleased, went out and about as usual and went to visit my friends as normal.
I wouldn’t spend time with them nor give them polite answers when they asked me where I was going. I started smoking in front of them and expected them to accept it. I told them if I was drunk the night before and didn’t mind drinking in front of them. I simply made it clear that ‘it’s my life now’ and they cannot stop it. (I know, I know I also think I was a spoilt cow).
But after a while my family couldn’t take it anymore, my mom sat me down and shared with me that they are not here to stop me from living my life but to simply live it with me and to enjoy me. They were all happy for me, that I had settled down so well and that I made friends, they just wanted to be a part of it. I suddenly realised they were not the bad guys after all…It was me.
That day I got my act together. For the rest of the holiday, things changed and I became more open and free with them. I was honest and showed some respect, I opened my life to them and let them be a part of it.
I enjoyed every moment I had with my family and loved that they were here with me, I took my sisters out with me a few times and even partied with my mom once or twice.
I loved the time I had with my dad and we’d often trade ideas about new pub designs or promotions (he owned two pubs at the time) and I finally started to act like a daughter, even asking them if I could go away for the weekend or telling them where I was going out and who with.
Sadly time flies when you’re having fun and their time with me was coming to an end.
Towards the end of their holiday I was asked if I would like to come back with them…