Hobson’s Choice?

First relationship we experience is with our family. We don’t pick and choose, and we can’t just disconnect. It’s complex than needs to be because it’s everybody’s first time. Is an ideal family real or only ideal? Is broken family that shameful? Mine is ideally broken. My father and mother is all the good and bad a person can be. They brought me into this world and gave me so much care and abandonment all in one package. They taught me so much about life with so much sadness and hopeless moments to go with it. They let me into sneak peek of happiness at odd times but not the whole thing because they didn’t have it either. Their own incomplete emotional and mental growth was passed unto me without realization. Their shadow invited itself into my being and I had to befriend it. I wanted to burn the bushed up and complicated unfinished family trauma and constitution. If I had no choice or if I was chosen to belong in this family, at least I want to choose the ending. Sensing the broken factors in this family, I was sure of one thing, to dethrone the crowning ordeal and wounds. Since it is already broken I assume there is nothing to argue about it, only to accept and move on without yesteryear. I will carry it on somewhere inside of me and cease it there. I will accept what is given, but I will choose where there is choice given.