The Dentist

I'm trying to learn how to let things go. Because I expect other people to be able to do it. But for some reason, I just expect more from my family. I expect them to make time for me, to treat me like I'm important. And some of them do. But some of them treat me like an inconvenience that they endure rather than a visit they look forward to. I hate that. I don't like feeling like the dentist. And sometimes they do that.

I just want to be able to visit them and be able to be happy that we are all together instead of thinking things like why don't they want to see me? Why is money more important than blood?