I was wondering a lot about this word lately.
Everyone has his/her priorities, everyone seems to judge the other’s priorities too. It happened not long ago, that my mother decided to live on her own, apart from the rest of us, so we rarely see her more often than a minute.
My family deals with quite different opinions with that situation:
My sister judges my mother, calls her the one that left the family. Yet whenever the car of my mother is needed, she forgets about her grudge and loves her. Her priority turned out to be not really her mother after all…
My father’s priority was for decades the love to lovely Russian hookers. Now he just can’t get how his wife could abandon him… Yet his priority is to be the victim, pretending to be right about all he did. He tries with all his strength to keep together and rule his family, while he still risks far more than his family and his skin for lovely women that spend coin they don’t own…
My mother’s priority was once her beloved daughter, not me by the way. Now she feels free, far from the duty of being a mother… and even if for showing her love to her children, she once in a while meets with us, she still would move every appointment with us to help other, barely known women with nasty husbands.
My granny is protecting her beloved son, the one and only poor soul, whose witch-wife left, while she had to stay.
… So in the end we come to me… what are my priorities in this family… ? I thought about it quite a while, but I could find no answer… So I went further and tried to figure out what family and its priority is… and I came to the heavy conclusion, that this family is no longer a priority of mine.
