I Hate My Family

I don't hate my mother .  She was the only person who tried to tell it to me straight.  She always said that my father and his children (by another woman) were nothing but a bunch of users.  I don't know if I didn't believe her or I was just so blinded by my desire for a "traditional" family.  There were always signs.  The occasional stray remark and frequent omission from family functions.  However, it wasn't until after my mother became sick and eventually die that I was able to see them for what the really were...USERS.  

I call them vampires because the suck the life out of everyone around them.  My "brother" and "sister" don't work and just live off my father and myself like we're their personal ATMs.  My sister is staying with me.  She said she needed help.  But all she really wanted was a place to stay while she did nothing but watch anime.   She has been fired from nearly every job she's ever had but it's never her fault.  Nothing is ever her fault.  She doesn't help pay rent, or the bills.  She doesn't cook or clean.  She's dirty that borders on the disgusting.  She's lazy, selfish and greedy.  I hate her.  I hate her the most because she used my love for her to take advantage of me.  

I do plan to kick her out.  Once that is done, I will cut the entire family off.  I won't call.  I won't visit.  I don't want to have anything to do with any of them again.  I miss my mother and I hate being alone. But I would rather be all alone than be stuck with these people.  I see now what my mother was always trying to tell me.  I am good enough.  I don't need to settle for garbage.