Misunderstandings.

My family tried to contact me again for the first time in years today. On the phone she asked me if I would see the family again. I told her "No". She started crying saying she didn't understand. I told her "I know". I would have said more if I didn't already try explaining things to her a thousand times before. I sat down in my garage, and I started to cry. Not because I missed any of them, but because it's been the same story my entire life. No one understands.