Fuck my family

[chainwoman]

So, as some of you know, I left town for the forth of July weekend. My dad's family was having a family reunion and I was forced into going... I was not expecting to have much fun, but I bit the bullet. Yeah, well let's just say after the weekend was over the only three words I could utter was FUCK MY FAMILY. Between the comments on how much weight I had gained and what I should or shouldn't do I couldn't help but want to go crazy and harm people. I mean, I know that I'm fat. I know that I've gained weight. Matter of fact, every time I go to put on clothes I'm well aware of this factor. NO NEED TO FUCKING REMIND ME. Also, this humble attitude they have, FUCK THAT SHIT. I was not raised that way. I am independent. I am stubborn. And I'm not giving up until I'm satisfied with the result. So if you have a problem with that then STEP OFF. I'm not going to yes ma'am no ma'am nobody. I do show respect to my elders, but I do NOT expect to be called ma'am by my younger cousins. Oh yeah, and I shouldn't forget how they assume everybody is Christian within our family. Damn southerns. So, they gave us family puzzle books. And when you open it up it was like a hundred copied Christian crosswords puzzles. Gee thanks. Glad you wasted your money on this shit I'm just going to throw away... Oh wait, it wasn't their money because they made me pay for it... So, I'm throughly annoyed with that side of the family.

Then on the ride back home my brother decided he was going to be a complete asshole. I was the one who got the brunt of his shit on the ride back up. But then when we got home I grabbed my shit out of the van and went up to my room. Well, I'm laying in bed and can here all this ruckus outside. So, I go outside and my sister, mom, and brothers girlfriend are standing there. I'm like, what the hell is going on. Apparently my brother and sister got in to a fight, which woke up our neighbors, keep in mind it's 4:30am. I'm like whatever and go back up to my room. Well, apparently my brother returned and was yelling at the top of his lungs, as I could hear him... Shortly there after I hear sirens. So, I go down and the cops have stopped my mom. All is well, no arrest, but I'm to the point that I'm just sick of everyone in my family... I'm pissed at my brother for being an ass. I'm pissed at my sister because she made me sit back there the whole car ride with him. And then to top it off my mom comes home last night with steaks talking about how we can have a barbeque for my birthday at my sister's, but my brother isn't welcome... WHAT THE FUCK! So, I say fuck 'em all...

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[diermuid.livejournal.com]

That's why I moved halfway across the country and stayed here. It is actually a family tradition. Although the west coast is too goofy, so we all ping-pong from the midwest to the east. Except my aunt, who was going north & south.

You need to hook up with your wife more. And despite what your family says... you still look mighty good in scribe-wear ;-) My parents think I'm too fat too... actually, my mother called me 'disgusting'. It's just a family thing I guess. Some families have get-togethers that are like high school reunions. Presently I do cooler stuff than my family OR classmates (in my mind) so f'em all.

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[chainwoman.livejournal.com]

I can't believe they called you fat... You're not... I'm definately in a family hating funk... I mean I was brought up with this idea that "blood is thicker than water" and that you never turn your back on family... Well, now that I'm older and wiser I see that nobody will turn their backs on you, but they will think about themself first. They assume a lot, because they're your family and they know you. They say really unkind things to your face... My list can go on. It's just really disappointing to realize all of this. I mean all of it isn't totally wrong, but it's different than what I get from my friends...

I hold my friends to pretty high standards. I expect them to be as loyal as I am, etc. And now I feel as though I have friends who are more trustworthy than my family... Friends that don't care that I'm not Christian. Friends who accept me for who I am and don't assert that they can predict my every move (and if they do, they're usually right)

I'm on a rampage... Sorry. Don't know why you got the rampage comment... But thanks for caring.