Families are the most closest people with whom you can share every happiness or sadness of your life. Of course, you may have an understanding spouse and a bunch of good friends but no one can match the amount of euphoria that you feel when your family is around you, supporting you in the best possible way.
Every family is some sort of dysfunctional as everyone is a human and neither of us are perfect.
But with each passing year of my life, whatever I have been able to explore and whichever kind of exposure I have had, it has made me believe that mine is too distorted to be simply termed as a family like everyone else has in general.
I have tried exploring different thought processes, observations, perspectives in order to change my opinion but with each try, I have been provided with a lot of evidences that my family is a lot more than what we term as 'a normal dysfunctional family. '
It is 'a highly dysfunctional family' and if there is some another term which can describe a more higher level, then that too.
Unfortunately, I too become one of them when I live with them for a longer duration.
The difference between me and them is that I can differentiate the level of self-centeredness, toxicity, dictatorship, etc. that we throw at each other but they can't or maybe they don't want to.
It has been so many years and now, my mental health doesn't allow me to inhale and engulf all of the above said behavioural patterns and I'm losing my patience.
Of course, we love each other unconditionally too, which is why I choose to stay, everytime I feel like giving up on them.
But then, until when....!