F You Friday: Family

Family.

They come and visit you, and it's all lovely and you proudly show them around your town and go out to eat and spend ages chatting and catching up and they sleep on the air mattress and still love you and you all take happy snaps on the beach squinting in the sun and you get them to bribe your dogs with treats because the dogs tend to hate anyone who doesn't already live in your house but then the dogs turn out to be attention whores anyway...

And then they leave and you remember that none of your family lives here and you miss them more than you did before they visited.

Bastards.