I am thinking of leaving.

Why? Well after church today, the family gathers around my great grandmother’s grave for prayers. They then decided to visit my mother’s grave. Overcome with emotions and anger, I walk off. I want no part in the performance – the performance of them pretending to care. Because really, if they truly loved my mother, they would have done more for her children. They would have kept their promises. They would have been more supportive all these years.

Of course none of them really understand. They for the most part, think I’m causing a scene – creating problems. So the thought of taking the next flight back to London has great appeal. I can’t deal. Without my sisters here I feel alone amongst the pretenders. I just don’t think I can make it through another six days. I am beyond miserable.