Double Life;

[ricardostm]

I love how my mom doesn't trust a friend of mine unless they are of Mexican decent and/or speak Spanish.

I love that my dad has attachment issues and virtually no friends.

I love that my family shoves their beliefs down my throat.

I love how my family says I better marry a Mexican woman who knows how to make tortillas.

I love how my family still gets all wrapped up in this Mexican border nonsense after all this time.

I love how Mexicans think they are superior to gringos and chinos.

I love how Mexicans worship idols as if the idols have magic powers.

I love that my family thinks I'm mentally ill.

I love how my family feuds all the fucking time.

I love how Mexicans treat their dogs.

I love that my mom and dad grab my dog by its loose skin and throw him outside because he's an animal and animals belong outside. Breaking news, we're fucking animals too. They get cold too, just like we do. I think God placed me in this family to test my strength or something, to see if I was capable to handle all kinds of pain and frustration. Who knows.