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Thanks sunnyside! I've pretty much given up on my sister, but at least my sister watches Doctor Who so that's something at least. I have more hope for my brother though, he's a pretty cool kid.
I live with my brother, and we get along reasonably well, mostly because we know to leave each other alone. I talk to my mother a couple times a week on the phone. I talk to my father once a month, and so long as no more often than that we get along fine (although we don't have much to talk about or much in common), mostly just due to personality conflicts. My sisters, well, I either talk to once a year when she wants something or avoid because we really do not get on (as in, physical violence is often a danger, much though I try to control my temper).
So, yeah. Complicated.
I'm... too lazy to sit here rationalising my environment. Let's just go with 'lucky' and leave it at that =3
My mommy and I: We live in the same house, but I go days without seeing her because of her working/sleeping schedule and my school/working/sleeping schedule. When I do see her, our conversations are brief unless we're gossiping about our horrid neighbors or other family members. We get along rather well when I do see her, mostly because she knows I'm moving away soon. >_>
My sister and I: We see each other every day. We're jokingly mean to each other and gossip quite a bit. I rant to her about things from work and she rants to me about her high school life. We rarely argue, and when we do, we don't talk for days until it just blows over. Then we're straight back to humoring each other.
My brother and I: He lives in another city due to schooling. He used to be the spite of my existence and I couldn't stand him, but now that I rarely see him, his visits are refreshing and perfectly functional.
My dad and I: He lives five minutes away from us; drops my sister off every school day, and I haven't seen him for a good three or four months. We don't text or call each other unless he's the last resort to figuring out car issues (i.e. refilling coolant, replacing windshield wipers, etc.)
The other day my friend kept doing on about how soya was less environmentally friendly than dairy and how according to him just because our ancestors ate meat, we have to too. I felt so trapped, but I don't like arguing with people!
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Thank you! And good luck to you to! Also I've managed to addict all of my siblings to the point my 3 year old brother shouted "EXTERMINATE!" in the car the other day!
Though I have 2 wonderful parents, 1 sister, 3 brothers, and many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, and one beautiful daughter, I am all alone in Japan. So my family now means everything to me. After March 11, they were all concerned for me though I was on the opposite end of the country at the time and kept on asking me questions about Fukushima, etc. My parents said it was up to me to come home, but my father told me he'd rather have me in Japan than in Iraq or Afghanistan and he understood that being Japan was in my dream. My mother was concerned for me too but after hearing my father's reasoning, she continued to support my decision.
My 7 year old daughter means everything to me. Unfortunately, I cannot have her stay in Japan. It would be too overwhelming for me and for her to re-adjust to not just a new country, but I move around a lot now and I do not want to force that upon her trying to start over and over.
I know no matter what happens, they will be there for me.
My mother and I are too much alike, and like two magnets, we repel. There's often a lot of yelling and chaos in our house, because of our relationship, and her and my siblings's relationship. They're just ignorant fools who don't listen to anyone, and that irks my parents. Dad's never really home; the only times I really see him are all at work because we work for the same landscaping company, and it's only for a few minutes.
My father died this August after having first been diagnosed with an aggressive brain cancer in March of 2011. He actually just plowed right through it, with surgeries and chemotherapy, for about a year, but eventually couldn't do anymore. I was the one taking care of him from about April of this year through the sixth.
My mother is an absolute terror to everyone in the family, and in my opinion suffers from a host of psychiatric disorders. That being said, if you're not family, she can be the single nicest person you've ever met, which really just made the abuse heaped upon my brother, myself, my dad and other relatives that much harder to bear. She's gone so far as to blame me for inclement weather, for not being born a girl since she wanted a daughter, calling my dad selfish for getting cancer and dying, threatening to call police on me while I was taking care of my (eventually immobilized) dad because I didn't also hold down a job while taking care of him for roughly sixteen hours a day, and so on. She has held grudges for over forty years in some cases, and is perpetually firing off insults and wishing calamities upon her parents. She has made claims before that she is omniscient, and seems to operate by a philosophy that I have long called "I think, therefor it is."
If anyone is worthy of being called a certain four-letter word starting with the letter "c", it's her. The one incident I will never forget- and forgiveness is a missed opportunity between me and her at this point- was shortly before my dad was first diagnosed. He worked in Rantoul, IL, and had had a severe seizure at work, but was terrified of the hospital in the area, so his co-workers had frantically called both my brother and I to come and get him. My brother was in a class and didn't get the call, and I had the car, so I drove about an hour from Bloomington, IL to get him. Scared the hell out of me, and he was still having seizures on and off on the way back. After getting to the hospital, my mother and brother arrived shortly thereafter, whereupon she stated, verbatim, "I hope you have a brain tumor." Not in front of any nurses or doctors, of course, since that might cast her in a negative light, but just in front of the people most likely to be hurt by it. Vile woman.
After my dad died- and he was about the only one who could blunt her madness even slightly- I managed to tolerate about two to three weeks of her crap before I left for SE Wisconsin, where I am now and where other, much more rational and even inordinately helpful relatives live, like my uncle and grandparents. From what I hear from my brother, she has moved on to targeting him for all her insane rants and accusations. I wonder who she'll hate and blame once he's gone, too?
Everything- and I do mean everything- is much easier and less stressful when I don't have to live with that woman breathing down my neck, holding me accountable for all the stars in the heavens and the delusions in her mind.
When my dad was around, we got along quite well, I think mostly because we were always so blunt, and you always know/knew where you stand with either of us. My younger brother and I eventually developed a similar directness in our dealings, and we get along very well. If we have an issues, we confront it directly, and perhaps curse each other out for a bit, but the problem is over and done with after- tops- twenty minutes, and such confrontations are rare anyway.
My uncle is a screwball, but a helpful and well-reasoned screwball. My grandparents are a bit odd in that stuck-in-their-ways sort of way that you might expect, given that they're into their late eighties, but otherwise I get along with them alright.
With my dad gone now, though, my younger brother may be about the only person around who truly understands what makes me tick, how I think.
i have an older brother but after he kidnaped one of my neces hes dead to me. we got her back but that doesnot change the face that he kidnaped her. he says he doesnot rember kidnaping her but thats becouse he was so drunk. man i want to kick his ass so bad every time i see him. skum like him sould be in jail il bet hel have fun in there. freaking drunks i swair
Ok I guess.
I don't really have anything in common with them. Its not even funny how opposite we are from each other. I'll have conversations with them about my day at school or what I did today but that's kind of about it. They don't like what I have to talk about sometimes so I just keep to myself when I'm at home. It's not that I dislike them but in my opinion we have nothing if not very few things in common which makes for some awkward conversations. Also when I do something wrong they have to tell me not only once but multiple times through out the day. And they wonder why I'm so quiet at home.
I never liked my family. My brother was a complete homophobe, so he didn't get along with me or my moms. I liked my parents fine, though. I simply wish they tried to keep him in line better. He got away with much more than me. Him? He'd come home acting like someone from the hood and verbally abuse me. He was very resistant to even coming home. Me? I was always the silent sensitive one who didn't show emotion to anyone. Yet if I tried to pull anything my brother did, I would get my radio taken away. Even though I'm an adult and shouldn't have to deal with then anymore, it's not that simple...
I have a bad relationship with my family. My mom and I get along but she will never talk to me when it comes to my interests. Me and my brothers fight all the time so I don't get along with them at all and the only time my dad talks to us is if he is yelling about various things..... my uncle makes fun of my interests and so does everyone else. I love my grandma though we always get along and we always talk about different things
My mother died about 5 years ago, and shortly after that I stopped living with my father and moved in with my uncle.
So, not really close at all. I see him like once a year.
il be honest. i could have gone without have the mom i had. she touched me gave me a scar on my eye when i was younger by throwing a plate at me becouse i couldnot stop crying and she would leave me alone when i was around 3 or 4 with my sisters
My family is kind of "Happily Disfunctional". We have a strong bond, But we can't stand each other.
I have a decent relationship with my family, My mom is pretty awesome, and my dad was the best.
The only complaint I have is, I am going to school for something I am passionate about, and my uncle who is in charge on my college funds
well he says that I need to choose something that will make me tons of money rather then doing something I love.
Oh well. Family is Family
Il never do aneything for my younger sister after me and my older sister moved all her stuff she had the nerve to call me lazy and she could have used her sled to move her stuff which would have ben hell for her becouse she has 2 artistic kids a mean 2 year old and a baby girl. I moved her stuff and she said she moved her stuff. Next time she moves or needs me to do something for her il say im to lazy and see what happens next. She apoligized and said she doesnot want to get in to a he said she said fit. I know she says things behinde my back but il never hear it b cuz shes talking to mom about it. I would never do that so i expeted her not to talk trash about me behinde my back
I have a sister who's older than me.. We have never gotten into a fight since I was 10.
I live with my dad in an apt :) and Im happy about it.
A distant one. I'm in the military and they live in germany. I don't get to really see them.