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Mother: My mother is a selfish alcoholic whore. I guess that's why she was drawn to my father, another selfish (now "recovering") alcoholic whore. My relationship with my mother is deteriorating, as can be seen on the blog portion of the site, because she cares more about herself than me. She'll put what anyone else wants before what I need.

Father: I have no relationship with my father. Not only is he selfish and irresponsible, he is a "recovering alcoholic" who thinks that now he's given up beer he's the most perfect person in the world, and eveyone else is at fault. On top of it all he's a hick. How proud I am. You may see him around here from time to time, as he likes to stalk and sneak around my sites, and harass me with lies. When I was younger I guess I cared about him, but then it stoped. Then I didn't feel anything at all for him, and it continued that way until I actually got to know who he was when my mother and I in the place he was renting during summer '06. It was hell. We've never had much, but I've never lived like that before with bugs crawling all over me. He thought it was normal and talked down to my mother about it, and considering I was feeling the same way, that was talking down to me. He told her to get over it, and I thought fuck that, hick. After that summer, I hated him.

Uncle: I have no relationship with my uncle. He "teased" me so much when I was young that now I can't stand him. Not to mention he's just an ass.

Aunt #1: My aunt Bonnie is pretty much a hermit. She ventures outside only to go to work. She doens't go to the movies saying she's too old, not that she would understand them anyway. She pretty much doesn't like any movie she sees on TV, she didn't understand The Mummy, Pirates of the Caribbean, etc. She also thinks that anyone who does like it is stupid, just because she doesn't. She likes to talk down to me about my OCD, because like everyone else she just doesn't get it. She has her own problems though, she is addicted to buying things, mostly through HSN. Bonnie has a bad temper, and can hold grudges.
Aunt #2: My aunt Cyndy is, like my mother, an alcoholic. Like my mother she is also a whore and sleeps around every chance she gets. At least she's only hurting herself. The same traits run in her as does the rest of my family: selfishness and arrogance. She like the others thinks that she knows everything in the world, and everyone else knows nothing. She likes to talk down to me. She thinks I'm too shy and tells me what's wrong with me. She also thinks that I'm unhealthy, which is funny coming from a chain smoker/drinker.

Great Aunt: Out of all my remaining family members I get along best with my aunt Cynthia, as long as I don't see her too often or speak to her too much. She's nicer to me when she hasn't seen or spoken to me in a while. When I live with her (for more than 2 or 3 days) her judgmental streak comes out, and like the rest tells me what's wrong with me. Like Cyndy, she puts me down because of my shyness, which in retrospect only makes it worse. I lived with her a lot when I was young. I worry about her a lot because she's getting old. I don't know what I'd do if she died.

Grandfather: I don't have much of a relationship with my grandfather. I used to when I was young, but I grew up and we grew apart. Pap Pap has a very bad temper, and isn't that great of a person. I still love him, but I'm not sure that I like him, and I definitely wouldn't if he weren't family. I am angry that he didn't treat my grandmother better when she was alive. I do worry about him because he's getting very old.

Grandmother: My grandmother was my first experience with human death. One of my cats had died when I was young, and I went through character death in books, but that was it. Nanny hadn't been a well person in a long time, and she was frequently in and out of hospital. That's why when she went in again, I didn't think much of it. First they said she had pneumonia, then liquid in her lungs, then they realized she had pancreatic cancer. She died a few days after my 15th birthday. Out of everyone in my family, even my own mother, I loved her the most, and I still love her more than anything else in the world. Finding out she was going to die really hurt me, but I have the same family traits as everyone else, and I now believe that this downhill slope my life has been on since then is because of that. I believe I am being punished for some of the things I thought during that time, and that I will continue to be punished for at least three years (due to the Wiccan belief that everything you do comes back to you in three).

Fathers Side: I don't have any sort of relationship with anyone on my fathers side of the family and I don't really care to. I don't know them, they're strangers to me. I feel no love towards them, I don't feel anything at all.

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