An' so, the day I get landed as the middleman in me family starts today.
Me father has just kindly told me mother that his brother an his missus; me Uncle Pete an Auntie Ginny are coming up today. Kindly, as in it would've been great if me father would've give us a bit more warning on this 'cause me mother doesn't exactly get on wi' me Auntie Ginny (in fact she really doesn't like her at all an this started a decade ago.) So of course me father being me father, has left it to the day they're coming to tell me mother so she can't really do anything about it, which isn't fair really. She's been walking round the house this morning goin' "Am not feedin' 'em, she can get stuffed if she thinks she's comin' in 'ere." An other words to that effect.
Long story short, me mother's family re-appears after nearly 20 years. Fine an dandy. Me father's family turn up after the same a mount of time, me mother goes fucking ape shit like when his other daughter got back in touch. Granted me father never told us anything an it nearly 'caused a divorce (which I think me mother revels in telling me sister) an he goes running off to 'em without a moments notice or a thought toward us. But even after that. THEY'RE MY FAMILY TOO. I've never had a family before an' I sure as fuck don't wanna get caught int middle of some territorial pissing match where I'd be expected to choose a side.