Join Date: Oct 2009
Location: Just south of sanity
I've had horses for 32 years. Never in any of those years have any of my family seen me ride, much less know my horses' names.
When I lost my beloved companion of 21 years, my family wasn't even on my call list of people to tell. I called people who would understand, and weep with me.
It's not that my relatives don't care about me, it's just that my love of horses is completely alien to them. They don't 'get' it, and never will.
I'd have loved for my parents and siblings to take an interest in the thing that has consumed my life, but they didn't.
It truly has made me an outcast with the very people who are supposed to love me the best.
So instead of whingeing and being jealous that the people you love the most are interested in your life and your horses, maybe thank God that they care enough to want to be part of them.