I Hate My Family
I want to begin my stating two things. First, I love my mom’s family with my whole entire heart. They have done a wonderful job. I feel honored to her daughter, their granddaughter, their niece, their cousin, etc. Second, thank God I’m not the only one. I hate to be like that, but I really felt like it. And quite frankly, I’m really struggling with what I should do.
So, the family I hate: my dad’s. I hate him and my aunt mostly. Reason being: they screwed my life up in 5th grade. Thanks, guys, you’re the ******* best. Why would they do that? Well, I can tell you, because I have them all figured out. They’re stupid, crazy, and selfish. So-my sister and I decided that we didn’t want to have a relationship. My dad accepted it eventually, my aunt, hmmm, DRIVES ME INSANE!!! From 5th grade-Junior year, I would sometimes talk to her, and after the conversation, I would reply to e-mails, hoping to build a relationship with her. It was hard because she lives in Los Vegas (and I live in Missouri), but also, it kind of sucked when she would say, “AHHH!!! I miss you like crazy! I love you, doll!” And we would talk for a while, and then she would ignore my messages for months. Woo, #1 aunt award right there. So eventually, I gave up. I was tired of being letdown. So, my aunt decided a few months ago she wanted to move back to her hometown: MY hometown. Well, I’m going to college in like four months, so I honestly can’t say I care. What I do care about is her constant calls. Today, she called and cried and screamed at my mom; my sister and I refuse to talk to her. My mom had it with putting up with her ex-sister-in-law and went off on her. She told her we would talk to her if we felt like it. My aunt left us a message and said she would like an answer…in so many words. I don’t want to have anything to do with her. I think it’s obvious. I guess part of me needs to just take the role of being the sister that has to deal with her and confront her, by why me? I’m the younger one. Whatever. I just don’t know how to nicely tell her to **** off I guess. She annoys me so much. I literally am disgusted to be a part of her blood. I know that’s a little harsh, but it’s the truth. She’s so awful. What do I do? Should I even say anything?
So, the family I hate: my dad’s. I hate him and my aunt mostly. Reason being: they screwed my life up in 5th grade. Thanks, guys, you’re the ******* best. Why would they do that? Well, I can tell you, because I have them all figured out. They’re stupid, crazy, and selfish. So-my sister and I decided that we didn’t want to have a relationship. My dad accepted it eventually, my aunt, hmmm, DRIVES ME INSANE!!! From 5th grade-Junior year, I would sometimes talk to her, and after the conversation, I would reply to e-mails, hoping to build a relationship with her. It was hard because she lives in Los Vegas (and I live in Missouri), but also, it kind of sucked when she would say, “AHHH!!! I miss you like crazy! I love you, doll!” And we would talk for a while, and then she would ignore my messages for months. Woo, #1 aunt award right there. So eventually, I gave up. I was tired of being letdown. So, my aunt decided a few months ago she wanted to move back to her hometown: MY hometown. Well, I’m going to college in like four months, so I honestly can’t say I care. What I do care about is her constant calls. Today, she called and cried and screamed at my mom; my sister and I refuse to talk to her. My mom had it with putting up with her ex-sister-in-law and went off on her. She told her we would talk to her if we felt like it. My aunt left us a message and said she would like an answer…in so many words. I don’t want to have anything to do with her. I think it’s obvious. I guess part of me needs to just take the role of being the sister that has to deal with her and confront her, by why me? I’m the younger one. Whatever. I just don’t know how to nicely tell her to **** off I guess. She annoys me so much. I literally am disgusted to be a part of her blood. I know that’s a little harsh, but it’s the truth. She’s so awful. What do I do? Should I even say anything?