My boyfriend’s family is that family you see in adverts. They all get along, even my boyfriend and his brother. There’s no shouting, no drama, no arguments. And if there I haven’t seen them and my boyfriend told me they get settled in a matter of minutes.

My family is the opposite. My parents divorced when I was 11 and drama has been part of my life ever since. I don’t remember family holidays or even the last time all of us were in the same room together.

This is why I am so happy to be part of a family that is an actual family. Their house is big and full of pictures. They do things together. Yesterday we went canoeing. They run together, cook together, go to the pub together. And I am part of it.

My boyfriend never stops telling me that I am one of them. “This is your family now, if you need anything, we are all here for you”. I am so lucky. His mum even offered to have a chat with me about depression if I needed.

His mum called me lovely. His dad asks me about university. His brother sometimes is so similar to me it makes me laugh. And my boyfriend reassures me everytime I feel like I did or said something wrong.

Once a friend of my dad said that she’s happy her son found a family in his girlfriend’s family, for he never had an united one. She’s so happy for him.

My dad is happy too. He told me he is sorry he couldn’t give me the family I wanted, but he’s glad I have found one that makes me feel part or something. My mum cannot accept it, but then again, she doesn’t accept much.

In the picture you can see the egg my boyfriend’s mum gave to me! Happy Easter everyone. Have you found unity in a family that is not your own? Let me know!