Families are made in the heart

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There is no such thing as a “broken family.” Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents.

Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you.

( Credit―  Words of C. JoyBell C.)

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35 thoughts on “Families are made in the heart

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  3. Agree with every word! family is the most important part of your life! They accept you for who you are no questions asked. The truth is that you and only you decide what your family is.

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  4. I appreciate these beautiful words very much. Sometimes it’s hard to be mindful of how I treat my family, but I know that whether in love or hate, they still have to put up with me because I’m family — and vice versa!

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  5. I donot think family is anything about blood relations.

    Let me put forward my definition of family.

    Family is the place or the bonding that shows you the right path but never judges you for what you are.

    Each person is born with a default family that consists of just him/her and as the person grows he includes other people in his family.

    Thus, non-relatives may be a part of one’s family while even relatives might not be so.

    The concept of family is not about genetic relations but the relations of love and respect.

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  6. I grew up in a “broken” family made up of my mother, grandmother and sister. We all lived together. My father left before I was born and I never met him. He’s my father, but he’s not my dad. I often make incidents in public institutions because they always ask you your father’s name and I believe my mother is the reason I survived after being born. Her name should be in ALL the papers.

    I grew up thinking we were incomplete, but thinking about it now – we were all that we were supposed to be. Sure, I wish I had a father figure, but who knows what that would have been like.

    Another thing, growing up and making friends with people you realize there are so many disfunctional families that are “complete” (2 parents). They’re only perfect on the outside. It makes you appreciate what you have even more.

    And lastly, I have friends I call relatives and relatives who make me totally confused about how I should behave around them. For example, my grandmother from my dad’s side hardly ever got my name right and the word “Madam” (well.. something similar in my native tongue) would escape my mouth more often that it should have.

    My heart chooses whom to call family.

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  7. I’m sorry but there is such a thing as a broken family. I grew up with a narcissistic alcoholic mother and a very dominant workaholic wife beating father. Then my parents divorced and that produced all sorts of venom for my sister and I who were children. My father has deceased now and my mother has alzheimers but to this day my mother still lies about everything to everyone, still has a very very nasty streak in here and has never been maternal at all. We are a broken family. No one gets together for sunday lunches, no one says “I miss you, when am I going to see you again?”, no one is loyal. My friends are my family and my sister feels the same. I’m blessed to have some truly incredible, lovely, beautiful friends who are my life and my love.

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