Me and Mine | June 2017

When I was married we used to take part in the Me and Mine project every month. When things started to not feel right anymore, when the photos felt forced and when I looked at them and thought "That doesn't look like my family anymore" I stopped joining in.
For almost two years I have had my new family unit. One woman. Two boys. (And two cats and a few fish too) And it's taken a while for me to feel like I can be accepted being this unit and not the "perfect family" anymore.
You lose friends when your home life adjusts. People don't know what to say to you. And that's ok. But in this environment, in "the blogging world", there is this overwhelming feeling of being outcast if you no longer fit those ideals.
But now I feel like sticking a finger up at those ideals. My family is my family. Whether or not we fit the mould. Whether or not we have one, two or three members less than others.
I don't look at photos and feel like there is someone missing.
I look at photos and see my family. And I'm proud of that.
It doesn't matter if we don't look like other peoples vision of a family, or if to others we don't fit in. We are happy, we love each other and that is all that counts.
And I am so proud of us.


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