Is your family screwed up?

[FlakMan]

Originally Posted by Triggar

I am in fact quite Sicilian. I am the first generation to be born in America on my mother's side, and my father is the first generation of his family. The tip of the iceburg is in America - the rest are still in Sicily.

There's this kid at my school who's first generation Sicilian and quite proud of it. Weird weird kid, was caught stalking this girl in my math class once. If you ask if he's Italian, he shakes his hand at you and in his most nasal-y voice goes 'I'm Sicilian you fuck!'

[Dharkbayne]

Originally Posted by Triggar

Sorry Dharkie. I didn't mean to hurt your feel goods. Can I buy you a muffin?

Hoo-ah! Muffins > *!

[Fragmatic]

My family sucks

My parents split up when I was around 6, and I was made to live with my mum. She's always been a bitch, always treated me like shit, spent the money my Dad gave here for me (welfare/benifit/whatever) on alcahol, she got through 2 bottles of wine a night. She could never afford to keep a place for us to live, so every year we'd move into a new house provided by the council. Her boyfriends were always sleazy jerks, and never got on with me, and she threw my brother out the house because she didn't like his friends (they were actually pretty cool)
Most importantly, she was never there for me, and for that, I'll never forgive her.

I ran away to live with my Dad a few years back, and I've loved it. I'm closer to my friends, I'm not moving around all of the time, I got an internet connection (don't say "that's not the point" I'm allowed one here, and I'm paying the �35 a month costs to use it) I got alot more freedom here, I'd be lucky if I were ever allowed out when I lived with my mum.

Problem is, my brother, who was exiled to my aunts house, has been living with my dad for around a year, and I absolutely loathe it. My aunt had no children, so she spoilt my brother rotten, he came here because she moved to malaysia. Problem is, my brother is so used to getting spoiled, he always begs for money from dad, yet he's 18 and got no job (Yet he's always whining at me to get one) He treats me like shit, beats me up, breaks my stuff, takes the piss out of me when my friends are about, and I can't do anything about it, He could beat me shitless. Dad doesn't do much, he just says "fight him back" or "don't worry about it"

Sorry for the rant, I'm pissed off

[AztecWarrior]

Whoa. God bless you all.

My grandma went insane after a surgery to repair an elbow a few years ago. Anesthetic + Alzheimer's = accelerated Alzheimer's.

My brother is very defiant towards my parents.

My maternal grandfather ran away from his family for a while, then returned and begged forgiveness.

I can say that my family isn't as bad. God bless you all again.

[Fragmatic]

Now I feel shit, I shouldn't have said that

[Dharkbayne]

Originally Posted by Fragmatic

My family sucks

My parents split up when I was around 6, and I was made to live with my mum. She's always been a bitch, always treated me like shit, spent the money my Dad gave here for me (welfare/benifit/whatever) on alcahol, she got through 2 bottles of wine a night. She could never afford to keep a place for us to live, so every year we'd move into a new house provided by the council. Her boyfriends were always sleazy jerks, and never got on with me, and she threw my brother out the house because she didn't like his friends (they were actually pretty cool)
Most importantly, she was never there for me, and for that, I'll never forgive her.

I ran away to live with my Dad a few years back, and I've loved it. I'm closer to my friends, I'm not moving around all of the time, I got an internet connection (don't say "that's not the point" I'm allowed one here, and I'm paying the �35 a month costs to use it) I got alot more freedom here, I'd be lucky if I were ever allowed out when I lived with my mum.

Problem is, my brother, who was exiled to my aunts house, has been living with my dad for around a year, and I absolutely loathe it. My aunt had no children, so she spoilt my brother rotten, he came here because she moved to malaysia. Problem is, my brother is so used to getting spoiled, he always begs for money from dad, yet he's 18 and got no job (Yet he's always whining at me to get one) He treats me like shit, beats me up, breaks my stuff, takes the piss out of me when my friends are about, and I can't do anything about it, He could beat me shitless. Dad doesn't do much, he just says "fight him back" or "don't worry about it"

Sorry for the rant, I'm pissed off

I'm sorry Frag, that really sucks, you have my condo�ences.

[Squick]

My life may be pretty messed up, expecially growing up so incredibly poor... It is hard to understand the despair that sets in after looking at a Christmas tree with three presents under it and hearing "Sorry kido, thats all we can afford." It has been 20 years since I have heard that, yet it still echoes through my every fiber every time I get a little bit lazy around work, or think maybe it's not important to give everything I have.

I went with my family once to the food stamp line in Downtown Detroit when I was a little kid. What horor that was, the total desolation and sadness is unparalleled, it was totally stripping all of my family's pride away.

But living through the worst (or close to it) was very important to realize what failing leads to. It may be a cliche, but failure is NOT an option.

That is also why I hate to hear some kid killed himself because he was depressed. What they do not realize is they may be drowning in despondency now, but when their life turns around the good will be that much greater!

Squick

[Biohazzard56]

[Hamma]

My family owns.

[Jennyboo]

Originally Posted by Hamma

My family owns.

Indeed Mommy hamma rules

[Incompetent]

Whoa, you have it worse then i thought frag. My only advice is to take solace in the fact that he will be living in a cardboard box in a few years.

[Triggar]

Frag, I have a Princess for a sister who we affectionately refer to as "Pat The Brat", or simply "Spoiled". I take comfort in the fact that she will resent my success for the duration of her life, and will try desperately to reap the benefits of my hardwork.

Oh yeah, my family was also extraordinarily poor during the beginning of my parent's divorce. Dad would go out and buy Mercedes and jewerly for his girlfriends and their kids, but wouldn't pay child support. My mom raised us kids and so hadn't worked in abou ten years, so it was rough. We'd have macaroni and cheese five nights a week, that sort of thing. Dad also took me on a shopping spree one Christmas and I was so excited I almost peed my pants, then when we got to the check-out he goes, "So, you think Fran (his current girlfriend's daughter) will like all these?". That was the same Christmas we went to his mother's house and watched all of my cousins and aunts open all these wonderful presents while me and my three siblings got jack shit.

Anyone that can do that to four kids should rot in hell. Hence me not talking to that side of my family any more and me entering the process to legally change my last name to my mother's, so that I can never give my father's family the honor of having their name on my degree and my FAA licences.

[Dharkbayne]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

[Triggar]

Originally Posted by Dharkbayne

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

I'm adopting you.

[martyr]

omfg.