My sister-in-law got married over the weekend. It was a beautiful wedding, filled with love, laughter, and a bit of family chaos.  We all were asked to be in the wedding; I was a bridesmaid, Josh was an usher, Kiara a flower girl, and Rafi a ringbearer. It's already a lot of work when just one person is in the wedding party. Now add everyone, and you're sure to run into some craziness. Rafi has ADHD, which means he is impulsive, hyper, and struggles to focus. Kiara on the other hand... I believe she CHOOSES to just not listen and do whatever she wants to do all the time.  Everyone is getting ready for the wedding, and Kiara is so excited to be wearing her dress. She insists she must bring her Furby. Now Rafi wants to bring a toy. Sorry, no toys or we'll lose them. Guess who still bring one? Yup, Kiara. So we get to the venue, we're looking for the grooms suite and the bridal suite. We finally find it. Rafi asks, is this the REAL wedding? Because the night before was the...

The more I tell others about myself, I notice that they don't care. Or at least it seems that way. I just recently found out that I'm what's called a Vacillator. I assume too much, I have an idealistic view of life, marriage, family, and friends. I continue to crave relationships more, wanting to truly be accepted, loved, to be a priority in someone's life, other than my husband and kids. This weekend I realized that I am not. It definitely hurts--knowing that no one cares about me enough to give me a shout out on socials or in a speech, to initiate hanging out or talking on the phone, or even to call a best friend. I just want to feel important; is that wrong?  I've been feeling this at work and in my personal life. My staff doesn't seem to care about my well-being, how I'm doing, or even ask about how my weekend was. My own siblings don't prioritize me, hardly ever call me unless they need something. And friends; like I have any. I consider everyone an...