You don't get to choose your family, because if you did no one would have a family
I’m seriously considering killing my sister. The whys are too drawn out for me to care to explain, but it’s a serious consideration. And she’s definitely not coming to Washington with me. Screw not being petty or immature. Maybe I can just talk my father into locking her in dungeon of some kind until she stops being an irrational, odd, uncooperative teenager. THIS is what makes me question my ability to ever be a parent-what if one of them does weird shit like this? How am I supposed to make them stop doing those things? Ugh…
The bad thing is that of all the children born to my parents and both sets of grandparents, at least one always turns out half-retarded. My uncle Frank for instance, has managed to entrap himself in a life with Fat, Stupid Redneck Barbie and makes a living driving a truck that delivers pig semen. (Don’t ask-its a long story, and its gross, and you don’t want to know. Some things are just weird in Indiana.) My mother’s brother is just an asshole. My sister is friends with sluts and thinks she’s a witch, and my brother turned Republican somewhere along the line (although he at least understands that neither “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” or “Charmed” constitute religions).
Adoption sounds better and better as time goes on. My poor father.
The bad thing is that of all the children born to my parents and both sets of grandparents, at least one always turns out half-retarded. My uncle Frank for instance, has managed to entrap himself in a life with Fat, Stupid Redneck Barbie and makes a living driving a truck that delivers pig semen. (Don’t ask-its a long story, and its gross, and you don’t want to know. Some things are just weird in Indiana.) My mother’s brother is just an asshole. My sister is friends with sluts and thinks she’s a witch, and my brother turned Republican somewhere along the line (although he at least understands that neither “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” or “Charmed” constitute religions).
Adoption sounds better and better as time goes on. My poor father.