Thursday October 7, 2004

My family. Now there is a topic. One that I could really get into. My family is functional, well, what remains of it anyways. Most of my family I do not associate with anymore. I can’t. They would drive me insane. They are sick, twisted, manipulative and back-stabbing. I haven’t met one of them that doesn’t feed off of the misfortune of others.  This is their food.  Some of them lack any and all morals and then there are those that love to use morals against others. They are numerous. They are many.

All that I have left of my family is three. My mother, my sister, and my step-dad.  I don’t even associate with my father, though that isn’t from lack of trying. He has pretty much disowned me since the day I was born and I don’t know why. Perhaps because I was a boy. Who is to say? Though now that he knows that I am gay, he has a reason he can voice if he so chooses to.

Then there is my sister who can’t make up her mind which side of the family she wants to associate with, my mothers or my fathers. Who is to say where she will settle in the end. Or if she will at all.

So that is pretty much my family in nutshell. Like I said earlier, it is still functional, barely.

-Eric