It's not that you don't care about yourself or others, but you stop placing so much emphasis on what others think and start focusing more on your needs. Titles don't mean much and "important people" no longer intimidate or impress you. It's not that you don't respect others...now they have to earn your respect rather than getting it immediately because they have a title. Family begins to take on a greater meaning in your life and the time comes when you start taking stock of those who belong around you and decide who has worn out their welcome and who is just not worth the time or the effort.
My inner rant and motivation for "house cleaning" in the family began last week when I discovered my cousin's son was in town with his wife and kids for a visit. I found out they were around through the grapevine, not because they actually picked up a phone and called. Ever. And it's not like I did something to them, or said something offensive about them. They just can't be bothered.
My cousin lives in Calgary and only associates with "important people". Translated: they have to have a title. For example, his loud-mouthed cousin in Detroit has a daughter who graduated medical school. Therefore, because her daughter is a doctor, "the mouth" is therefore important. Now if my cousin associates with her, he is somehow elevated on the "status scale" because his cousin's daughter is a doctor. Ya with me? Good. So I am your average citizen who works hard and lives a good life, yet I am without a fancy title. So am I worthy? Apparently not. I always thought he and I got along well, that we were family and we stuck by each other. I'm such a dreamer! So imagine my shock, and horror, when he and his family ignored my wedding invitation five years ago. They did not respond yes or no for attendance, and they did not send a card, leave a voice message or even chip away at their computer to send a quick e-mail. Radio silence - nothing - nada. Now when his first son got married (the one in the paragraph above who doesn't know how to use a phone) my entire family flew to Calgary for the wedding, paid for a hotel to stay in, and provided the requisite card and monetary gift. My parents also GAVE him a car (albeit an older one but in excellent condition) because he and his new wife could not afford one. So that is the quick and dirty background story.
Now my cousin and his wife, after about six months of not hearing from me, thought that perhaps they had made a mild faux pas in ignoring my wedding and thought it prudent to send a handwritten card, not to apologize or wish my husband and I well, but to justify their position which, in a nutshell, was "we thought you knew we wished you the best". It was quite patronizing and demeaning (and I should really post it for opinions because all my friends who read it said unprintable things about it) and when I received it I was livid. Now, I laugh as I think about it because I wasted so much time trying to get my cousin and his brainless wife to like me and accept me. What a waste of time that was. And that's what happens at some point after the age of 40 - you start to separate the fat from the cream and discard what you don't need. And who needs degrading, demeaning people in their lives?
My cousin's kid always calls my mother for lunch whenever he comes to town. Lately, he's been telling her how his dad never told him I was getting married (whatever!) and how sorry he is that they missed the wedding. So on the surface, we think "hey, he's not so bad". But when you think about it, why is he apologizing to my mother? She's not the one who was snubbed. Why doesn't he call me or my husband to tell us this? Well, I have the answer to that one too - my mom is the one with money. I really would love to have lunch with these two and mention that the will's been written and they're not in it. Wanna know how fast they'd stop calling my mom when they breezed through town?
Of course, my cousin's two other sons got married after I did. And the family had the audacity to send my husband and I wedding invitations. We responded like they did - no response. Yea, it's petty, but it made me feel good. And so that side of the family, as far as I'm concerned, doesn't exist.
But you know, I still do have revenge fantasies about them. I dream that I win the lottery - some big obscene amount of money. Of course, my name would be in the papers. Do you want to guess how fast they would remember my phone number? And then I would answer (well, my personal assistant would answer) and I, from the background, would say quite loudly "Greg and Patti WHO???" Yea it's petty...and so what? It makes me smile.
But that is what your 40's are about - clarity. In my 20's and 30's I put up with my cousin's crap, their insults, their "we're too busy to see you when we come into town" routines, and my personal favorite "Give me two weeks notice before you come into Calgary so I can make time for you". Because he's so important and so busy. What he doesn't know is that my brother-in-law is also in Calgary and works in the same field as he does, and is much busier than my cousin could ever hope to be. However, the difference is that if I showed up on my brother-in-law's doorstep unannounced I would be welcomed with open arms. And that is what family is...and those are the people you keep close to you. The other ones like my cousin and his brood? You learn to say goodbye and make room in your life for new people to enter.

