How do you define “family”?

posted 7 months ago in Relationships
Post # 16
61 posts
Worker bee

LadyBear :  “I don’t think blood guarantees you a place in my family, nor does it exclude you.” YES. Exactly that. 

psyche1978 : I practice family as relational versus biological or legal. Essentially biology or legal status can make a relative but relationship makes a family. My family is comprised of people who love, support, value, respect, and show up for me, and vice versa. It is about intimacy, connection, and commitment. Some members of my family are blood relatives and most are not.

Post # 17
576 posts
Busy bee
  • Wedding: October 2017

I don’t define family by blood.I have a best friend who feels more like a sister to me than my actual sister(and my “real” sister and I don’t have any problems etc). I think that we can choose who our family is.  Family to me are people that you have an insurmountable bond with. People you would die for, people who keep you going, who you fall on in hard times and rejoice in the good.

It may sound cruel, but I don’t believe you are obligated to your family for anything. We didn’t ask to be born and definitely didn’t get to choose who our family was going to be. 

Post # 18
818 posts
Busy bee
  • Wedding: July 2019

I have ZERO contact with any blood relatives besides my own children.

So for me, Family is the people you choose. My soon to be fiances family will be my family. My soon to be step daughter is for all intents and purposes my daughter. Its the people you choose to love and share life with through good times and bad.

Post # 19
683 posts
Busy bee
  • Wedding: October 2018

I see a few of my closest friends as family. My best mate is like a brother to me – he’s supported me and I’ve supported him, I know he’s got my back and I’ve got his. My two best female friends are my sisters in spirit, I’m much closer to them than I am to my blood sister.

While I do call my cousins etc family because we’re blood related, they barely matter to me. They’re not the ones to walk me home at night, to celebrate my success or mourn my heartbreak. They’re not REAL family. My friends are, my husband is, of course my mum and blood-sister, too. My husband’s parents are family – but also the parents of a close friend who opened their hearts AND door to me when I needed a place to stay. They have me gratitude, respect and love.


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