Families are odd. They're the ones that are supposed to know you best and vice versa. They're the ones that are supposed to stick with you and really care. They're also the ones I have tense and awkward forced conversations with on holidays.
I know my parents love me. My mom even sent me holiday candies. My dad refuses to let me pay for my cell phone. They try to understand me. They do not disown me.
They just refuse to learn about my life. They wish to remember me and not know me as I am.
It makes me a bit sad.