Family

My beliefs of family are weird, they're hard to grasp and change almost every day. I love most of my family, sometimes they get on my nerves and sometimes I just want to kill them and other times I just want to drop them in a well and pull up the rope so they can never get up. But most of the time I love them...yeah most of the time. My family is FAR from perfect, normal or even semi-normal; my family survives on yelling, making fun of each other, and fighting. At least three people of my family are fighting or not talking to each other at a time.

My family is made up of three sub-divisions; my mom's side, my dad's side (also my 'stepdad') and my father's side. I don't really see my father's side all that much, mostly because of my actually father. How can I describe my father??? Well, he's a dick, a lazy-ass, a good for nothing ass-hole that hasn't paid child-support in months, that hasn't had a job in over a year. I really wouldn't care about him not paying child-support, it doesn't hurt or help my mom, but now that I'm talking college classes next semester I really need the money. But of course he just put it off and doesn't care.

My dad's side, well that's a different story. My dad came into my life when I was 4 or 5 and hasn't left it since. He's great, but his family is a little...different. My grandma is always afraid that she's over stayed her welcome, so they don't come up ever often. And she always has something to say about the kids and how they act, look or behave. It really bugs my mom.

And my mom's side, the most screwed up side. My grandparents had two sons and two daughters, my aunt is in prison because she sold drugs and keep getting caught. She had two kids that we ended up adopting. My aunt won't get out of prison for years, we're hoping when she does get out she won't bug us. One of my uncles is a man-whore, he's getting better about it but before his current boyfriend he wouldn't be caught dead without a girlfriend. My other uncle is fine, besides the fact that he's just dirty, I don't think he even knows what soap is.

So that's my family, in a nutshell, and that should give you some insight in why I have mixed feelings about family.