communication is key

or it should be...but it's not in our house. The other day, I went to my aunt Linda's to baby-sit her grandson, who lives with her, but that's a different story. Anywho, so I walk in and her wrist is bundled in this huge ace bandage and she has her arm in a sling. I asked her what happened. She was like "didn't your mom tell you, I had carpal tunnel surgery?"...ahh...no. I knew my step-dad gave her a ride to the hospital one morning, but I assumed it was for tests that she just had done for something completely different. Then I told Linda that mom never tells me anything and she says that communication in our house sucks, which is so completely true, well, on my moms part anyway. She NEVER tells me anything. She doesn't tell me where she's going so I can get a hold of her if I want, she never tells me important things that are going on in the family. Her great aunt just passed away a few weeks ago, I didn't know she was nearly as sick as she was. It makes me think that if I was still in Chicago, I wouldn't have found out until after she passed. I was thinking about the whole communication thing a little bit ago. I was walking upstairs to get something in my room and my mom and step-dad are in their room, door closed, meaning, leave us alone, don't talk to us we don't wanna talk to you, my sister's door is closed, meaning the same thing. We hardly ever eat dinner together unless we have family over or if we go out to eat, we don't do anything together, like ever. The other day we were all going to go out to breakfast, but my sister didn't get up and I had to go to church with my cousin for some Confirmation thing cause I am her sponser. It's just really sad how isolated everyone is in this house and how we don't talk to each other at all. It's like we are 4 random people just thrown in this house together. It's just kinda sad