house, home, but hardly together

We aren't a family, anymore. Not really. We don't do things all together, and when we do, not all of us enjoy them. I am removed, and do not like spending too much time with them. Alone at home is better at times, which is why I tend to retreat out back and be by myself. That isn't right. If I'm home, it should be beacause I want to be here, not because I feel obligated, especailly since I hardly spend time with them. If I'm home, I should be spending time with them. This is why I think that next summer, I might have to be somewhere else for most of it. One week at a time, or so, seems to be the charm of family.

This is sad, and I don't like it.
But it's probably a lot of my own selfish, distant fault.