I really hate how I rarely talk to my aunts or cousins, and then when I do, I get the distinct impression that they now think that I think I am better than them in some way. Do you know what I mean by that? The sound in their voice is "Oh, well, la dee dah, you live in England now.... whoooopee." It really hurts my feelings because I don't think I am better than anyone else, and I miss all of them, though I feel they don't give a rats ____ as to whether I come back for a visit or not. If they ask me a question that takes me a lengthy time to answer, I can tell they get bored of me talking and wish they hadn't asked. I rarely speak to them, and they rarely have anything to say. The saddest part is, I think they have always been this way, only now it's just more pronounced because of the distance. They were invited to my wedding (which was only a 45 minute drive from where they live), but none of them came. I didn't even get a phone call to explain why they couldn't come (or even a call afterwards to congratulate me), I had to hear from my mom, who by the way, had a face like an ar$e on my wedding day because none of her family came. She spends all her time trying to impress her mother and sisters, and they let her down so often. Instead of just looking forward to us visiting, she had to completely remodel her house and stress herself out because she wanted the house to look nice for when everyone comes over to see us.

The aunts do make some effort sometimes, like most of them came to my going away party and chipped in some money to send me off with, so I felt loved then, but those times seem so far and few between sometimes. I sometimes wonder if they just came and chipped in money out of a feeling of obligation, rather than in true support and happiness for what I was doing. (As a sidenote: They came to my college graduation, but left less than an hour later saying they "needed to get back," even though it only took an hour to drive there. I ended up spending most of the day with my boyfriend's mom, who drove 5 hours to see me graduate!
I feel silly even worrying about it. Why should I care what they think of me and my life? They aren't much of a part of it. But I guess the feeling of wanting acceptance just lingers in my mind. Wanting my family to be proud of me for some things, or just wanting them to miss me or whatever. To be honest, I think if something were to happen to my mom, I would never see or speak to any of them ever again - they wouldn't make any effort, and I would be tired of always making the effort. I would never go and visit there again if that happened.
Anyway, thanks for letting me rant! I know I shouldn't let it get to me. All that matters is that I am happy with the decision I have made and the life I am living, not what anyone else thinks about it.