I wish my family understood me

You know, I wish my family understood me, and the things that make me who I am. I can't decide if that makes me sad or angry. Maybe a little of both. They just don't "get" me, and no matter how many times I may try to explain something about me, they simply can't connect the dots. Since I badly want them to "connect the dots," that's really frustrating for me. It's frustrating to realize that my family may never understand me. I suppose that makes it all the more important for me to find a husband one day that does truly understand me. He's going to really have to "get" me, because I don't think I could deal with a husband that didn't, on top of my family.