Every family dynamic is different and while I can respect that, it’s my strong belief that my family is superior. I am a Nielson, after all, and we are a stubbornly narcissistic bunch.
Perhaps it’s because I have a bunch of rowdy brothers, or maybe because we grew up in the country, whatever the reason, we are a VERY vocal family.
We yell, call each other names and curse until we are blue in the face. In spite of this I know, without a doubt, my brothers love the hell out of me, and would do anything in the world for me. I would do the same for them.
WHICH is why I can easily communicate my feelings when I’m upset with them.
My feelings usually go something like this:
“Jeff, you’re fucking pissing me off right now and if we continue talking I’ll likely punch you in the balls, or at least shave your eyebrows off the minute you fall asleep.”
This didn’t happen when we were kids.
This happened last night.
The details of the fight aren’t important. What’s important is his response:
[Insert long lecture here] followed by, “I’m sorry I pissed you off, Sarah. You’re the best sister I could ever ask for. I love you and we can hug it out later.”
The Nielson siblings don’t really hug (with the exception of illness, drunken debauchery, or a family funeral). Our definition of hugging is what others call wrestling.
We are crazy, but we are family. Thank god.